From the Mountains above the Applegate River

      It's easy to remember, every spring, how beautiful the woods can be with the  colorful glory of  wildflowers under the trees and i...

     I was walking through the woods last week when I thought I saw a movement ahead of me. I stopped and peered through the trees. But wasn...

Suzanne Simard tells us that the Mother Tree cares for her offspring,nurturing them, feeding them, warning them. It sounds a lot like love, ...

 I came away from the Oregon Shakespeare Festival's production of  Fannie  (see last week's post) with mixed feelings. Of course, I ...

      The Oregon Shakespeare Festival, in Ashland, Oregon, an hour's drive from my house,  is famous for outstanding productions,  not o...

      Last Saturday at 8:40 am my friend Greg Stanko and I started up the five-mile trail to the top of Mt. McLoughlin, Medford's own Ca...

    In early August I got a phone call from a former student, Karina, whom I had taught not in my college classes but in a multi-age class a...