A VOICE ON THE ROAD

Spring is fully upon us here in the Emerald City with cherry blossom petals turning the sidewalks pink, invasive Siberian Scilla taking...

This week I took a walk that I’ve been yearning to take for more than a year. I walked through the galleries of the Cascadia Art Museum,...

I can’t believe I am saying this, but now that I’ve been back in Seattle for more than a year, I think I miss Southern California. I know...

In a recent meeting of my Sunday writing group, this prompt was offered: Chance encounters. At first, I groaned. Have I had any truly...

Some of the sweetest walks are the ones you take down memory lane, that multisensory road that winds through the joys and sorrows that...

If you’ve been following my posts, you might think I am a little obsessed with rain forests. I guess I am. It seems being cooped up this...

What is in a name? Sometimes, everything. For weeks now I’ve been wandering around trying to put my finger on an emotion I can’t name....

San Miguel de Allende, Mexico With long-distance travel still way off the on jet-streaked horizon, I've been returning in my mind — and...

I hope that it is never too late to say thank you. Even when death reminds you of the chances you missed to do so. I recently received...

If you are over 50 you likely remember the classic movie hit parade of the 1960s, 70s, and early 80s — those annual TV screenings of...

Not a lot of walking this week. Instead, I've been sitting in the same chair for most of each day being trained as a facilitator in the...

My mother has said to me a couple of times "I wish I could go on one of your long walks." I feel a little guilty about this, because,...

there we were again shocked and awed caught off guard curiously unprepared given it happens almost every year tingling with excitement...

I’ve been thinking about my past polarity of day and night, possibly because in these times the two seem to blur together into one...

Inside No. Do you know what this is? This is my belly. It is warm under these covers. I am happy here. And, look out there. Do you see...

It is a .07 mile walk from my place to heaven. Or, at least as close as Posie and I have been to heaven so far. You see, my friend Susan...

When I moved from my hometown Seattle to Los Angeles in 2012, one of the things that most horrified me, was the painful disconnect...

I have ended relationships over steep inclines. I’m not kidding. Back in my 20s I dated a man I’ll call “Bob.” He was a biking enthusiast...

This blog won’t always be focused on the physical act of walking. It will morph as I morph because my intention here is to create a place...

At the entrance to one of my favorite trails — the Interlaken Park Loop — two white wooden chairs sit facing each other, a six-foot-long...