* thanks to Kelly Hayden & Leila Myers for photos and videos The people hunkered down in the shade above the sandbar couldn't see it, but...

appeared in Methow Valley News, 6.1.2022 Along with nearly 60 of her classmates in the Methow Valley School District, my oldest daughter...

appeared in Bluebird Grain Farms 2.24.2022 photos courtesy of James Austin A childhood spent on a farm normalized the mammalian birth...

Appeared in the Methow Valley News, 1.12.2022 When the universe (or at least the troposphere) presents us with an opportunity to revel in...

*appeared in Methow Valley News 12.8.2021 *photos from days of yore When I volunteered to write about venturing back into the woods to...

* an excerpt from this post appears in the Methow Valley News, Valley Life 11.24.2021 On Halloween Eve 2020, some friends and I went for...

appeared in Methow Valley News Valley Life 8.25.2021 When assessing something, I like to rely on scientific data when it’s available, and...

appeared in Methow Valley News 8.4.2021 It’s the stuff of legend: local gal wearing only a bikini and sandals jumps on a horse and rides...

Spring came back around as it always does, not a milestone but an inevitability. We celebrated not just the longer and warmer days, but...

appears in Stanford Magazine, March. 2021 A gleaming hulk of a thing, smacking of horsepower, the PistenBully is all brawny elegance....

In the fall of 1939, my paternal grandmother boarded a train in Gleichen, Alberta headed south, across the US-Canada border, and on to...

1. EARTH The mountains welcomed me back last summer as they have every summer, with neither preferential nor prejudicial treatment. COVID...

My best college friends and I may not have been the brightest bulbs in the box, but I assure you that we were far from the dimmest. And...

appears in Methow Trails Magazine 2020-2021 photos by Jason Paulsen, Methow Conservancy Carl Miller: March 29, 1939 - December 12, 2020...

Valley Life, Methow Valley News 10.28.2020 Due to the scarring effects of Halloween 1976, I’m probably not the best person to sympathize...

When I arrived at Stanford in the fall of 1987, I had no organized sports experience under my belt, other than a brief foray into...

At a recent gathering of women {outdoors, socially distanced—do we keep needing to add those disclaimers?}, we discussed the universe. We...

The best part of the honey house is the smell. Joke all you want about "honey house," as a euphemism, but this is the real deal--the true...

While running on a familiar trail near my home a few weeks ago, I started noticing baby footprints in the dust. Not just a single...

When I was 20, I spent a semester in school with a nun. For a girl who grew up in rural central Washington, everything about Perugia,...