I was barely five when I insisted my father take off the training wheels on my fat-tired bicycle. How else could I keep up with Anne and Janet, Dennis and Willie in the neighborhood? I was no longer attached to wobbly wheels, no longer left behind, no longer the kid sister. I was powerful, I …
I wake at 4:00 a.m. in anticipation of a walk along Cottonwood Road. Although the sun rises almost an hour and a half earlier here in Walla Walla than in Austin, my current home, it’s dark. The heavy rain from the night before has ended and the sun, in its glory, rises steadily without any …
The sun rises an hour and a half earlier in Walla Walla than Austin. Early morning walk on Cottonwood Road, sun peeking between the Blue Mountains and the grey/white clouds. The wheat almost all golden but for a few remaining green stalks. Lavender and red poppies burst along side the road. An occasional farmer in …
To my son, Christopher, and his lovely bride, Kate [on the occasion of their marriage ceremony, June 7, 2014 at Milford Marsh Nature Center] : Last fall, when Christopher and I were discussing marriage, I thought of the letter that his great-grandfather had written to his soon-to-be bride more than 100 years ago. Forrest always …