I'm afraid the rainy season has come and gone and there is nothing left now but to move into cold and dry and sit, listening for that...

I lay back on the picnic bench and dip one toe into the sand. The wind rustles through the strings of my cut off shorts and I can just...

Sometimes you need to stand in the wind. Sun on your face, tangled hair be damned. To walk barefoot in the sand. To sit on the steps and...

Lonely is a learned and weighty thing to carry. Harder still to hold. When the sky casts its shadow across the mountains and the sun...

It’s been a while since I had chocolate ice cream. It has become a delicacy now, in tandem with long, hot showers, garbage disposals and...

Legs long in the stirrups, I sit watching the rivets and washboards of the creek below. Listening to the sound of silt moving across the...

We ride the dry creek of river stones and bluebonnets weaving our way through washouts then backtracking to find a solid path. Past a...