“It’s like déjà vu all over again.” Yogi Berra We drove through the gorge in pouring rain. So much water in December. We stayed at The Hampton, in the Pearl District. It’s close to movies, Powell’s Books, and our son’s apartment. Our niece and brother-in-law would join us in town from his home in the … More Movie Madness
“Sometimes, what you are trying to hold onto is exactly what you should let go of.” Anonymous The first nurse I knew was my Mother. She received training at the University of Wisconsin. That would have been the mid 1930s, during the depression. I don’t think she practiced her vocation when living in the midwest. … More The Company Of Nurses
“It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.” Mary Oliver A breeze puffs and stops. The neighbor’s oak leaves float across our fence. They dance, twirling in descent, and settle atop the river rock in my yard. Friction with the earth holds them in abeyance of … More Autumn Light
Spring Trees, the audio version. Click here and follow along with the text. First, a few notes. I’ve been reading Late Migrations by Margaret Renkl. (thanks Ginger!) and The Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben. Today, May 10th, 2024, my brother Earl/Butch turns 80. He has Alzheimers Disease and lives in a facility in … More Spring Trees
“How long must we live to learn how to survive?” Jhumpa Lahiri from Roman Stories March chores. I rake leaves. I pick up broken branches from January’s storms. I gather the debris for composting. Crocuses peek out from under the white bark birch. I rest for a bit. I drag out the tiller. I turn … More March Chores
“Why are we not better than we are?” Eric Trethewey from Frost on the Fields, a poem I walk the streets of my neighborhood alone. I search for harbingers of spring. I find omens instead. Crumpled masks litter the gutter. A feral cat skitters away to a hidey hole. It’s the mucky middle of winter. … More Mid-Winter
“It’s a messed up world, but I love it anyway.” Greg Brown from Two Little Feet Successive storms stagger into the valley. Swollen rivers rush from the foothills to the Columbia. On the street, fallen leaves coalesce in soggy stews of cellulose. They stick to the shoes of holiday shoppers. Downtown, the greasy residue adorns … More The Glory And The Pity
“A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.” Carl Sagan Saturday dissolved in a murky soup of bad weather. A November storm drenched the valley. Rain fell, lightning flashed, and thunder boomed. Me and my cat, Spanky, stayed indoors. It was the sensible thing to do. We ate, we napped, and I … More November Rain
Traffic brings out the curmudgeon in me. The I-5 from Portland to Seattle depressed my spirit. Thousands of cars and trucks, everybody going somewhere, their arrivals pending. And, we were among them. We have friends in Woodinville, WA. We met in New Zealand forty seven years ago. I’ve written of them and our journeys here … More Anacortes
“No matter where you go, there you are.” Anonymous We arrived first. Clear skies and morning calm portended a hot day. We waited. Montavon’s Farm sits on a plateau atop Trout Creek Ridge. It’s near the small community of Parkdale in Hood River’s upper valley. Mighty Mt. Hood commands the view to the south. West … More Montavon’s Farm
Good Blood, Bad Blood 