Peace Like a River

My son participated in a mountain biking practice at Mohican State Park earlier this week, and I waited in the park while he rode, relishing 90 minutes of relatively poor cellphone reception. My plan was to make my way down to the lake that sits at the bottom of the hill from Mohican Lodge, findContinue reading “Peace Like a River”

Two Herons

Can’t shake the sadness over the shooting in Charleston, SC this morning. My muse of late has been a heron I look for every morning on my drive to work. This morning there were two. Here’s a poem that hopes to capture the conflict in me when I hear about these kinds of acts ofContinue reading “Two Herons”