Splendid in bright red or deep black uniforms, banners embroidered and shoes shined, each bearing up under yards of braid and tassel, they ...

We were still in our road clothes, under-dressed.  Three concrete Graces stood in the geraniums, simpering across the patio. James Dean leer...

I am thinking about prayers. Not because I am particularly devout, but just because people keep bringing them up, sending them out, asking...

I get caught up in things here inside the walls of the Peaceable. I finished the novel, and am now considering my options, wondering where I...

I went to Galicia, to the Costa da Morte, to a spit of land sticking out into the Atlantic, with waves smashing against rocks and gulls whee...

An update on the last post: Today is a lovely resurrection-type day. Patrick walked our dogs this morning past the Milagros house, and up j...

I´m driving up the dirt road from Fuente de San Martin, going into Moratinos the back way cause sometimes I see cool wildlife out there -- m...