The Trees

The trees grew straight, straight. Storms would topple the crooked, mercilessly, and the trees learned to grow straight.
Art, Poetry & Essays • But not necessarily in that order.
The trees grew straight, straight. Storms would topple the crooked, mercilessly, and the trees learned to grow straight.
I have written about four hundred poems in just one year. And I’ve drawn over five hundred sketches. How did I do it? One day at a time. One stroke at a time. One word at a time. I made a simple goal for myself: write one poem a day. And by setting that simple […]
My son Elijah asked me a brilliant question this morning. Why do we go trick or treating? Leading up to Halloween he asked several other questions. I’ve distilled my answers for you, so that you can reflect on how you may want to answer your child’s curious questions. Why do we go trick or treating? Halloween is […]
The pastry counter at Peet’s Coffee and Tea has almost as many shades of brown and beige as the Restoration Hardware in San Francisco’s design district. Golden brown croissants, molasses brown bran muffins, beige low fat cranberry lemon scones with white icing. And while a brown pastry may color coordinate well with a beige latte, […]
Saint Nicholas lived a life worth remembering. After all, he’s been dead nearly 1,700 years but still makes an appearance every Christmas season. Traditionally, children have celebrated the feast day of Saint Nicholas by putting their shoes out the night of December 5. In the morning they find a gift in it. Some German-American communities […]
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