Tag: Reading

What are you reading?

Several months ago, one of my mother’s childhood friends died.  Margie was a librarian, teacher, writer, activist.  Although we hadn’t connected in many years, she remained a vivid part of my memory of childhood, very much the color Red.  At…

Writing Awe

In April I hiked through Zion National Park. I stood gape-mouthed, staring at the burnt orange, gold, and greens in the walls of a canyon so deep it made me dizzy. Layers of sedimentary rock rose up in swirling stripes…

Visions of Summer

There’s something about summer that stirs a longing within me. Not a longing to sunbathe on a hot, sandy beach or embark on a long trek in the mountains, or take an exotic vacation, though I enjoy those activities, too….