A neighbor from down the street walks his dog, too. Now and then we see each other and keep the strutting beasts apart, but we raise a...

The dog and I step outside for our morning walk. We go down the front steps, turn into the driveway, and there on the sidewalk is a...

For about twenty-five years I’ve collected words on writing. From books, articles, overheard remarks at readings. These words aren’t...

My Grown-up Granddaughter Asks The Ganges at dusk? Machu Picchu at dawn? Dear, I am happiest listening to Grandma sing off-key in the...

At the first Wordstock Book Festival in 2005, I was Kent Haruf’s chauffeur. As a writer in the schools, I’d heard that the festival...

Walked half-numb two and a half years ago into a classroom at Benson High School here in Portland, Oregon. Opened my satchel, got out my...

A few weeks ago a friend looked me in the eye and said that he feels depressed about these times. I had never seen this guy look quite...

In late August of 2013, I walked with some writer friends around Mount Hood. This website features a few photos taken by one of those...

It’s all right to let people miss you a little now and then. The Age of over-Sharing and Self-aggrandizement. (ASS) Excessive...

I open the door and turn on the light. Switch off the nightlight and open the blinds. I go over and rest my hand on the warm blanket over...

When I was little, my mother and I lived in a rental house three doors down from a windowless tavern. Drunk men sang and fought in the...