It was a damn shame that in 1978 when I hiked a section of the Camino Inca in Peru, in one of the sets of ruins the trail passed through there was a discarded Coke can. After a day and a half of trekking through the clouds along the high… Read full post »

By the third child, I finally figured it out.

More time behind the wheel with me meant less worry

when it was time for her to solo. Boo began learning to

drive at fourteen years old with the first

passes around the grade school parking lot in the Honda. 

We… Read full post »

There are 30,000 facets in a dragonfly eye. Sitting on a blade of grass and facing the middle of the pond he is watching for intruders to his domain.  If the intruder should be a female dragonfly, they’ll chase around until he catches her or she allows… Read full post »

We were an army in

the old neighborhood,

the cul-de-sac we called

a dead end

before we knew any French.

Two-boy teams reconnoitered

the rough area between Mrs. Smith's drive

and the old farmer's house off alone in the thin woods

to the west, sprinting between

the… Read full post »