From the Mountains above the Applegate River

        In the library to find some poetry by William Blake the other day, I passed an irresistible book on a new-books shelf called Litera...

          A friend who lives on the Oregon coast posted, earlier this winter on Facebook, a photograph of a bird at his bird feeder that he...

          The first Valentine's Day that Mike and I spent together after we were, I thought, securely sweethearts fell on a Monday, a n...

          Having finally finished knitting a very complicated sweater, I was ready to begin an easier project with some gorgeous, hand-...

          Last week I had lunch with Jim Earl, a retired professor of English at the University of Oregon. I asked him how things were goin...

        Last Sunday I heard Angela Cheng playing Beethoven's Emperor Concerto with the Rogue Valley Symphony Orchestra.  Beautiful! The...

          My childhood home, in Sandy Springs, Georgia, was heated with an enormous oil furnace in the basement. A thermostat was mounted o...