We meet on Medicine Bow Mountain in southeastern Wyoming, near the top at Lake Marie; serene, isolated, fed by glaciers. The temperature...

(Say unto wisdom, thou art my sister and call understanding thy kinswoman. Proverbs 7:4) Everywhere I look on the internet, Facebook,...

There are people who complain all the time, for any reason. They complain because it is too hot. Then they complain because winter has...

What if there was one moment between sisters that changed everything? A single instant that altered the course of your future. A moment...

Polly Peterson only had one ear, the result of an automobile accident when she was young. The accident took the life of her fiancé, and...

“Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private...

With the ground covered in a layer of snow and sleet, and temperatures rising only into the low twenties, I tucked my feet under me on...

Carl Sandburg said, "Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits." Poetry allows us to see our world and those who inhabit it in...

I am trying to toot my own horn. I sit at a table strategically placed just inside the entrance to the bookstore. People must pass me to...