Why would anyone fly fish?
June 13, 2014
I sit back on a rock, stretch my aching back, watch the snowy glacier feed the crystalline lake at 11,500 feet and wonder why I do this. I’m sore from standing for hours, tired from hiking an hour to get here, thirsty because I didn’t bring enough water, and the fish aren’t biting. It’s enough […]Continue Reading
April 25, 2012
Adios amigo Peter Gallagher died on 4/23. He was my stepfather, a friend really. What can you say about a friend who can no longer listen with wise ears, can no longer edit my writing with expert care, can no longer comfort and love my mother, his dedication most dear? I saw their last dance […]Continue Reading
War, Oil, and Family
March 30, 2012
(No one came up with an answer to my last blog. So I will keep trying.) In my life, War and Oil are intertwined like a crown of thorns and thistles around Family. They make my love bleed. The biggest thorns are war, causing untold injuries the results of which I see and weep […]Continue Reading