I've been watching his progress for eight weeks. Ever since Nala brought him up the hill, crying. I thought he was a gonner. He dissappeared in the night. I wanted to believe his mama found him. It was true as they were both outside my window. They come back almost...

Even Montana gets hot. Dig down to be cool. No landscaping, they need their holes. So many that fill up with rain. Some are shallow, some deep. Deeper than deep. Nala and Benny pant using powerful feet. Then plop and sleep. A bit of a breeze. He lifts his head and...

July 16th, 2021. That was the day Dan was burned over. The doctors told him it would take three years for him to recover. This is our sixth book event. We have reached over 1000 book sales in the first six weeks. Everywhere in Montana and Amazon is selling out and...

Coming up the hill in Nala's mouth. I said, "Drop." Good girl, she dropped. The fawn didn't move. Was his back broken? I hesitated, slowly going to the house to get my gun. This was not going to end well. I'd have to cover him to do it, unable to look at his eyes....

I'm still a bit shaken by the response. We did not have enough chairs. There was a long line for signatures. But mostly, people who are in the book, "love" the book. I needed to hear them say that. I needed to know I got it right, for them. A neighbor, a doctor, an...

Out of my canyon, on top the mesa, this is my commute to campus. I try to separate the sky from the granite, The clouds from the snow. My time to ponder in wonder.

As Mark Twain famously said, sagebrush country is a “forest in exquisite miniature."  The aroma changes with the weather, mercurial in the spring. An essential food for birds who call my canyon home, along with the deer and rabbits. Nearly 100 bird...

On a sunny day. To know that love is always enough. And then a nap.

Three years ago, over 60% of his body burned. He died and came back many times. We met two years ago. He asked me to tell his story. We are starting our meet and greet and press to launch our book. Seeing him now, you would never know his trauma, his pain. I know. My...

To feel the warmth of a fire. And watch huge flakes hit the window. I smell chili on the stove, almost ready to taste. I pet the Dachsunds asleep on my lap, the pyrs are outside of course. I listen to "Bubbles Up" on Bluetooth. Every sense is engaged though I don't...