if we are to survive successfully, we must be crueler than we are inclined to be, but also retain more kindness than cruelty teaches us to practice.
from “Women Who Sleep With Dogs“ I see my life come shining, from the West down to the East Any day now, any day now, I shall be released Bob Dylan excerpt: Cat stopped on the rise, and called the dogs. The prairie was a glitter of white frost; billions of winking glints of ice […]
Print Savory Meatball Beef Soup A delicious, sweet & savory soup with winter vegetables. The bite size meatballs are baked first to lock in the flavor. Course Main Course Cuisine American Keyword Comfort food, Meatballs, Soup Prep Time 1 hour Cook Time 2 hours Total Time 3 hours Author Marri Champié Ingredients Beef Marrow Bone […]
Sometimes I don’t recognize America. Sometimes I feel lost, as though I put my foot on the doorstep and got wooshed off on an adventure that took me too far from home…
from “Memoirs of the Grey Ranger”
I came from the Wastefield-Barrio on Orous and I am Jemini Delagrassi, a girl who got misprinted on one side.
At my age, my children are beginning to worry about me living “way out” on a ranch.
…silver ghosts of the old burned trees standing like soldiers of the remembered forest
“I don’t watch the weather channel. I read seed catalogues…”
Published in Persimmon Tree, summer issue 2018
This is an old Hawaiian recipe from the Cook Family.
That we would accept the myth of gods and reject the likelihood of extraterrestrial visitation is simply illogical. That we would bury our heads in the fossil record, looking for the source, and not look up and consider the more likely source is simply illogical.
sonnet from “Hard Rime.”
Honorable mention, Oregon State Poetry Society, 2018
from “The Bridge in the Wilderness”
a story told by Indy, in “Women Who Sleep With Dogs.”
The best chocolate cake you will ever make.
Blue Ribbon Winner of many County Fair bake offs.
Loneliness seeped into each windswept, prairie day until Cat could almost finger the sadness that clogged her throat, and feel its shape, a cold desperation that was hard like stone
from “Women Who Sleep With Dogs”
Excerpt from The Earth Masters 1:
She was standing with Ceredyn Startrekker and the Wikk of Kumari. She was almost as tall as the Traveler, and looked so much like Startrekker, Jag decided she was another Elvich moderator, or more probably, Startrekker’s daughter.
Chicken soup is my favorite and perfect for anyone who doesn’t feel well. Never buy canned soup, make it yourself.
Mount Mazama is where Crater Lake is. The native Shasti legend is that Shasta, the fire god warred with Mazama, threw rocks at him and Crater Lake was the result.
In Memory of a sister who never was.
From the Ranch Girl’s kitchen to your table! Great for gifts.
If photography was a seasonal sport, I would have to say, winter is, indeed, my favorite time of year.
Look closely at the world, my friends, it’s far more interesting than you might think at a glance.