Introduction to The Dawning of Alice James Alice James was the interesting, brilliant and largely unknown sister of psychologist William...

A solitary loon drifts low in the water, dives for food, rises to the surface, then lifts herself from the lake to the tip of her tail,...

Brittle husks cling to the cedar siding of our house, abdomen, head, six legs, two white threads dangling like untied ribbons on a gift....

"I confined public religious teaching to the churches and the Sunday-schools, permitting nothing of it in my other educational buildings....

Diana picked up the book from the children’s table—So Much Depends On The Dragonfly by Mary Crane. She looked at the back cover. A...

I understand all men are created equal. They are all born with the equal right to be here on earth, no matter where on earth, no matter...

Maybe questions separate man from lilies. It’s hard to imagine lilies asking questions. It is imagination that creates questions and then...

NOTES ON DYING “This is what one does, what one becomes Because one is afraid to be alone, Each with his own death in this lonely room.”...

"A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us."

Many ways to dance Giselle, but tonight as you watch you think that she is what art is, creature who remembers her every gesture and...

When did you know there are no lines? We call them lines because such definition along some straight, curved, or jagged edges convinces...

In Herman Melville's novel Moby Dick, Captain Ahab, the captain of the whaling ship The Pequod, lost his leg to a great white whale named...

Man has a penchant to order his world whether socks in his drawer, a fence around his yard, his streets by number, animals by phylum, his...

The day deserves your attention.

Freedom is a difficult and fearsome thing to give; freedom is a difficult and fearsome thing to receive.

Alice James was the sister of William and Henry James. She was a brilliant, engaging person who was afflicted by vaguely diagnosed...

A dragonfly emerged from its shell waiting to become. He didn't know he had no wings, but he waited, hoped, and longed just the same...

I see a freckled fawn dead beside the road and then a doe standing at the edge of the trees. I know about illusion-- the lady sawed in...

Thousands of mayflies float upon the water, wings splayed upon the surface, tails trailing behind. A few, left poised on the cedar siding...

What if the skimmer skates on the water, his wake so slight nearly undisturbing, the slug inches across the walk a slim silver tracery...