Nothing is lost
Though everything seems to be.
The bud knows all about the coming frost
The memory of blossom’s in the tree.
Although you are forever far away
You are not lost to me.
We Are Writing
A common ground for literature.
Everything is Chaotic
Self-therapy through riding and writing
Exploring the spidery corners of a culture and the weird stuff that tourist brochures ignore.
Art • Nature • Exploration
A thoughtful habitat
God didn't go anywhere!
A few humor columns, thoughts on grammar, top lists and anything else I can think of.
Book prescriptions for whatever life throws at you.
The Misadventures of an American Expat and His Wife in Germany
lover of books, writer of tales
Celebrating the urban homestead
Rescuing what might remain of the grey matter.