Personal Essays

Duckling Rescue

How the kids of the neighborhood saved Mother's Day 2023

May 12 •

April Faith Day

About that playful Universe . . .

Apr 2 •

One Small Thing to Heal Our Divisions

What would it take to become a people of shared civic rituals?

Nov 7, 2023 •

How to Cleanse Negative Energy from a Room

What the spiral staircase knows

Oct 17, 2023 •

The Friendship Melon

Every summer, cantaloupe season brings back a golden memory

Sep 28, 2023 •

The Wall Did Not Fall, but Oh Yes, We Felt It

On the March 2020 central Idaho earthquake

Sep 25, 2023 •

Skywatching By the Lake

Re-posting a summer prose poem from a year ago

Aug 8, 2023 •

A hymn for a childhood book

Jul 4, 2023

This Gorilla Got Me through the Diaper Years

An Enchanted-by-the-Book bonus essay about "Goodnight Gorilla," by Peggy Rathmann

Jun 25, 2023 •

Three generations cleared them; one generation replanted. Generation five swears the place must be enchanted.

Jun 5, 2023 •

Duckling Rescue

How the kids of the neighborhood saved Mother's Day

May 14, 2023 •

In Search of Enchantment in the Crowd

It's possible to miss it, even at big events like graduations and coronations

May 7, 2023 •

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