On the train coming into Sacramento, I spent the time shuffling back and forth through my notebooks, trying to come up with something of...

I feared I would be late to the lounge for the 7pm reading, but as usual I was compulsively early. I sat at the end of the bar, not...

Once every nine weeks or so, I share Sunday breakfast with my friend, Tureeda. Poet, teacher, storyteller, medicine woman as she’d...