PinnedOpening the Pages of My PublicationsThe photo below the title shows moss on a mountain trail that I walk to strengthen my legs. Moss may lack the flamboyance of roses, but it…Mar 19Mar 19
Published inThe Wandering ConsciousnessShelter from the RainThoughts on a Rainy Afternoon at a Station with Books2d ago2d ago
Published inThe Wandering ConsciousnessThe Death of the AuthorMeaning Lives Beyond the Author, Human or AIMay 16May 16
Published inAge of EmpathyReflections on Kindness Experienced on the TrainThe nature of kindnessMay 9A response icon2May 9A response icon2
Published inAn Attic BookshelfMy Mother and a Tender GhostA Letter, a Lantern, and the Road HomeMay 7May 7
Published inAge of EmpathyApril Light Makes the Mountains LaughThe memories often resurface during the delight of AprilApr 10A response icon2Apr 10A response icon2
Published inThe Narrative ArcLike a River Through GenerationsReflections on grandparenthood, family, and the passing of timeApr 1A response icon9Apr 1A response icon9
Published inThe Wind PhoneThe Wind Phone and the Great East Japan EarthquakeThoughts on the anniversary of March 11thMar 18A response icon1Mar 18A response icon1
