Category: writing

How do you know you’re a writer? If you wrote today, you’re a writer.

  • Leaving the Lethbridge, Alberta nursing home after another intriguing day with my 99-year-old mother, I did a thing I try never to do: walk while staring at my phone. When I see others do this, I tsk-tsk to myself. Dangerous at worst –people crash into things this way or are crashed into by hurtling machines,…

  • I never know where a conversation will go with my mother Irene. She can talk music. She can talk politics. She can talk literature. She can talk spirituality. She can talk travel. And, of course, history. Today, we hit a little bit on all those topics, but my favorite conversation came when I asked her…

  • Some things that caught my eye on a rainy January walk on a trail that skirts the Coast Fork Willamette River at the Mount Pisgah Arboretum: Catkins on an unknown kind of tree. I know alders have them. Also hazelnuts. It’s hard to recognize trees without their leaves. Then, shrubby snowberry in front of a…