This isn’t a story about finding yourself, there are enough of those already. I am the woman I always was; she is simply untethered now....

We make our way over to High Gates Road, cutting across this valley of tumbleweed and cactus, of open grasslands under a cobalt sky, and...

Between Cedar and Oak Tree Canyon a heifer shuffles off, her molasses licking disrupted by our approach. Her body a rug of black, her...

If you travel enough eventually the names of places, natural and unnatural, begin to repeat – forming some kind of staccato rhythm as you...

It’s colder today, no doubt a function of yesterday’s wind, but at least it has ceased for now. I imagine it carries a constant presence...

There is a woman I covet. I lose her. I find her. I lose her again and each time I hope she stays a little longer than the last. Her...

Who am I and when did that question become so difficult? A mother. A writer. A woman trying to make sense of it all, balancing the past...

I sit here in the place of those before me, riding the same trails, gazing on the same mountains. Washing my face in the same spring...