Photo by Julia M. D'June Winter approaches, the Alaska Paper Birch leaves pale from the outside inward, creating a medley of Cinnabar Gr...

Photo by Julia M. D'June Graydon Handerson's existence scared the shit out of me. Not sure how Bert knew the likes of this crusty ol...

Photo by Julia M. D'June "Do you miss me?" his voice echoes across the landing. "Yes," she replied, stirring in the ...

Photo by Julia M. D'June The strange disquieting and dare I say enlightening pandemic years brought me the oddly wrapped gift of courage...

Photo by Julia M. D'June "Agnes, how are you today?" Jane leans over the back of the pew offering a hopeful smile to the old l...

When a person chooses to become a parent or if the choice was a messy game of chance, being a parent changes the way a heart carries itself ...

Photo by Julia D'June The Campfire summer group is having a July kite making and flying contest and Miranda is confident she'll buil...

We had an afternoon luncheon down at the Episcopal church. It was Sunday afternoon. Of course it was because who would want to disrupt a wee...

As I emotionally work through Mother's Day, motherhood and what it means to be a mother whose role has changed from being her children...

When one begins to wonder... am I? Are you? Or is it the wind? That has ruffled the world so. ...

The word wellness is a vast net that can catch even the smallest of quarks (in other words, the topics of discussion are varied and diverse ...

Photo taken 2003 in Northern Arizona! And yes they were, nice people! You know where you are because you know where you are not. Your destin...

Revolutions and resolve circle overhead like a Raven on the hunt for their next tasty morsal. I circumnavigate a path only in its newness th...

When a word spreads through a society like a contagion, infecting our ears, our thoughts and conversations with their drumming numbing elixi...

Sometimes I feel like we're in the middle of a lake in a miniature rowboat, rowing across a vast expanse in a fierce thunderstorm. The w...

The darkness is passing. The light from the sun returns slow and steady, reaching farther over the tree tops each day. Wellness at latitude ...

Truth of Consequence (yes of not or ) Jumping jumbled opinions surrounded by the "look here... no wait... look here," moving from ...

English, in its written form, has been my nemesis since second grade. On the other hand, oral rhetoric has in no way been problematic for me...

  Through the dense layer of icefog we see neither tree nor beast. It is only when we toil to climb the hills that the stars come into view....

  Reflection over one’s shoulder or seeking it in a mirrored pond can be deceiving. Akin to a form of nostalgia, it might make a person home...