Howdy, November friends! This is one of my favorite months: my birthday, my anniversary, fall leaves leading to winter whisps, and time to rest and rejuvenate with family. I have a new piece published here, and it’s all about the incredibly special bond I have with my sister. She got to join me on a … More November update! New post published on THE EDDY.
I remembered how to be graceful today with others but mostly with myself after two days of puffed stoicism I cried delayed tears of release. I had creased myself into the folds of fear new caskets compact and necessary. Here I move through another space in the not-so-peace of wild things. I thought I knew … More New Caskets
This is the space of spirits where you and I forge together not collide. Living becomes dead and dead is once more Alive. Water pools and pours over needy, broken shreds of glass turned sand turned boulder turned obstacle turned vantage point and we stand. All together at once we shift to the molten movement … More This Is The Space Of Spirits
Outdoor Research perfectly clapped back to GQ Magazine’s sexist portrayal of climbers with a photo essay. Never to leave all the fun to the rock slingers, some of the river ladies of OARS Idaho are here to show you why you unequivocally need ditch boots. Now you too can lift heavy things, gallivant in fall … More This Is 2016: A Ditch Boot Story
Late August on the Main Salmon punches the somewhat smoky air with bursts of laughter, sunshine, and — of course — splashes. By mid-afternoon, it’s warmed up just enough for me to invite a few playful bubbles to curl gracefully over the edge of my boat. A month ago, we were riding these same roller … More What, Really, Are Rapids For?
I follow the river through steep mountain slices warped like sparks in my soul but this time the river runs seemingly uphill and the gorges roll on unperturbed instead of obscuring their interior. I follow the river unsuspectingly until I find it, my spunky sense of youth where days of play stretch on and on … More I Follow The River
During a trip on the Main Salmon in Idaho, my friend Prester and I did some collaborative art. He watercolored the view from our camp, and I added text. Enjoy! We hugged the bend today of crooked rocks and rain-dream skies, letting sand envelop our uncertainty. Contortions are not just for the river as knotty pines … More Contortions
While floating on the Main Salmon River between Jim Moore Place and Bucksin Bill’s, I wrote this poem slowly in my head, waiting for the river and landscape to whisper to me. The validity of river is only a question of time and time has nothing but river to soothe its wily mind. Sticks and … More Validity
I’ve been quiet for the past month, scribbling lines of ink as I chase wilderness and water. Over the next week, I’ll be sharing thoughts and poems inspired by the rocky rivers of Idaho. If God is a God of truth, she is a mountain. And if God is a God of peace, she is … More Holy