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As best I can tell, the last time Don DeVorss and I saw each other was probably at our high school graduation—Oakmont High School, June 1976, in Roseville, California. We’d gone through elementary school as well as high school together—living … Continue reading →

By Pat Schneider May you hear in your own storiesthe moan of wind around the cornersof half-forgotten housesand the silence in rooms you remember. May you hear in your own poemsthe rhythms of the cosmos,the sun, the moon and the … Continue reading →

for the two Cliffs The mailbox stashed in the century-oldred barn with its sharply angled roofcatches the light from a tall open door.Next to it sits an anchor-heavy Remingtontypewriter, its keys long rusted in place,its frame decorated by the fine … Continue reading →

Today I brought my mother the lakeshe gave me when I was eight— she and my father moving us northfrom all we knew to start over in water that was new to us all.Skipping down the path across the road … Continue reading →

It’s been two years since we traveled the couple of hours to the north shore of Lake Tahoe, which seems ridiculous since it’s one of our favorite places on earth—until you realize that we were stopped twice during that time … Continue reading →

As I computer’d inside, the sneaky eclipse oranged the porcelainrising moon outside. From my Earthly vantage, imagining I had time, I finished what held me for the moment, sneakered my feet, thenambled down a city sidewalk to see what I … Continue reading →

So much of my life has come to this: sharing with others the power of writing to help heal the most difficult things thrown at us. Deaths of loved ones. Illness and pain. Loss of every kind. Grief of every … Continue reading →

I am no stranger to water. (Thanks, Mom, for those early swimming lessons when I was 3.) It is, in many ways, my preferred element. In water I am graceful, far from the klutzy thing I am on land. As … Continue reading →

We are so country out here in the wilds of Haena on the north shore of Kauai, where kabillion dollar homes on the beach nestle near more modest local houses, where all manner of wildlife and domesticated animals live on … Continue reading →

How you know that you’re definitely a “senior”: When they give you a lifetime pass that says so. Dick bought me a National Parks and Federal Recreation Lands Senior Pass (known between us as the Old Farts Park Pass), as … Continue reading →