Christmas has always been magical to me, even if the circumstances of life in general weren’t so nice. The year I was fifteen stands out in my mind. My mom and her sister, Aunt Ruthie, divorced women, found a little house they could afford, if they bought it together. My sister, Christy, and I,… Continue reading Joy to Remember
I have spent the last few days thinking and researching, to make sure I relay accurate information on this most beloved book I have read and reread every year or so. It is a true telling of events which took place during the life of Black Elk, a Holy Man, a shaman, of the Oglala,… Continue reading Black Elk
Winter night air, icy cold up my nose, smells of snow and clean water and brings back memories of night football games, wrapped in coats and blankets on cold metal bleachers. Winter dates, walking through snow on our way to the coffee shop for a hot drink after the movies. A midnight toboggan ride in… Continue reading Wild Winter Nights When We Were Sixteen (we lived at Lake Tahoe)
Cold scent of a clear winter night, Jack rabbit hides under shadowy sagebrush. Spare light from far off porches and a fingernail moon reflects on frost coated ground. A dog’s bark in the distance, echoes across the rocky gully. Orion shimmers in the East, his nebula like a piece of white down, floating between his… Continue reading A Long Way to Walk
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