This essay was originally published on my new Substack Newsletter... "Oh, what a summer. The planet burns, the oceans boil, and cities..."

Your image of an animal shelter may be many things, depending upon your life experience. You might think of a place for kittens ...

Contemplating the cosmos. When I turn around, I see that the sky has turned orange in the few minutes it took to walk down the road...

It was a fine summer day in 1996 when I drove up to our family's ancient Flynn stone cottage on Farm Road in County Roscommon in Ireland...

Heavy rains last night, all night long. It made me happy, gave me comfort, that the natural world continues on unabated. As I fell asleep..

Modern-day safe houses comprise a worldwide wisdom body, though each part has no full knowledge of the whole...

January 12, 2019 5 pm Dear Friends, I’ve just been out on a walk, following my usual route in my ordinary neighborhood, a place of...

The poet Muriel Rukeyser wrote in 1968, “What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life?  The world would split open.” For...

Deena Metzger is a novelist, poet and essayist, and my long-time friend and teacher.  Her new novel, A Rain of Night Birds, is an...

SOMETHING SLIPPED AWAY FROM me on August 21, 2017 at 10:19 am. It left when I saw the Sun turn black with a pulsing silver ring around...

A Conversation with Astrologer Sue Heinz This is an edited transcript from Sue Heinz’ monthly astrology talk in Santa Cruz in July 2017,...

What can be said about a majestic journey on a catamaran boat into the Kenai Fjords? Was it the black bear, so black as to have a bluish...

Last night, the phone rang in our room in Alaska's Denali National Park at 1:10 am.  It was the hotel calling to say the Northern Lights...

My first night in Denali, and I had a strange dream. It was as if the mountain was speaking, carrying me into my own depths. Strange...

In 2009, I embarked on a joyous nationwide tour with dozens of contributors to Sisters Singing. Read my blog from our journey HERE.

for Daniel Michael Flynn (1960-2004) In the pale light I brought him a mound of earth, dank and dark, and he, tall, taller than when I...