Fog, Friend or Foe

Fog, Friend or Foe

It’s 6 Am. The fog wraps an opaque vapor all around our home. The valley below is gone. The city is gone. The mountains are gone. Naked branches pierce the softness. A pair of robins dance on our porch scoping out a nest site.

Mystery In Our Skin

Mystery In Our Skin

We’re on lock down. You know, the virus thing. Now, I’ve got lots of time to write. But I’ve been fighting the sadness of temporarily closing down the Warrior StoryField to isolate.

Isolate. Really? That’s what we’ve been trying to undo.