We all want to go home. Still the students come to learn, something. The class is connected, synced around the world, recorded for working students to review later, and yet a few show up onsite. For the faithful, it should be interesting. For the professor it must be...

And no place Wolfgang, Wolf, would rather be. Mom always said, "Dachshunds are the best small dog." I am my mother's daughter. Not all my dogs follow me to every room, to every chair. But my lap is never empty. At the computer when I write or wherever I read or watch...

No matter the effort. No matter the time given to duty. No matter the drain on long lived energy. Moments of pause in my canyon make me wonder, Who lives like this? Humbly, and gratefully, I take note. I do.

Over twenty years ago, Riley and I made a few historic stops to get to our new home in Montana. My friends called him a compass as he was always pointed toward AJ. We drove cross country in my red Jeep Wagoneer-Kilobit the cat in a cage on the passenger seat and Riley...

Warm in January. Montana's quick change artistry. One section in the closet is not enough. There are at least two in winter: one for frigid and one for cold. The same for the coat rack: furry hood or single puffy. Today means...

It was minus fifty Two weeks later it was fifty. Now it's back to freezing. This bird has a warm heart in the coldest season. Holding its gobble until spring. Then they are my alarm clock.

And Nala is undaunted. From the warmth of the couch, she bounds up and outside to bark at the sunrise. Benny decides to join me in bed, cuddling closer and closer, warmer and warmer.

A resolution for life, every year renewed. Even the smallest action ripples. Each morning awake to try again. And again. Little bits make a difference.

The cover is done. We made the 2024 distributor's catalog. The final proof will be in two weeks. We have a Facebook page and friends helping to spread the word. It is coming at the end of February. A year's work of research and heartache was dedicated to a man who...

Nature's stone box lined with Ponderosa Pines. A gulch flows three months a year, it's water just passing through. Walk a few yards from the house and I'm engulfed by wilderness. Wildlife big and small, legged and winged, also call it home. Benny has my back. He knows...