Special meals for good dogs! Our dog Jubilee would lie on the front porch when I traveled, waiting, watching, protecting our home. Our...

In early spring the surveyors came to the open meadow where the river bends. This is the place where High Bridge used to be, just west of...

Every day Leonard takes a stroll through The Crossing. Not by himself, but steadied by his mother Lisa, or his aunt Lydia, or his...

Children are all precious. You cannot bring a child into your life without having every part of your soul rearranged and transformed. ...

The Flats serves as our moat. The area above us boasts the highest crime rate in the city. Meth houses abound; children run loose and...

I love how deep longings possess people. I love the poetry and pathology of their manifestations the vulnerabilities they cause to erupt...

The fireplace mantel in Gus’s house resembles a Valentine’s card. A collection of Baroque-style ceramic angels prance, play harps, sing,...

Recalling your touch My flower petals blush Dawn comes in blossom! There are two kinds of prayers. “Please, please, please.” and “Thank...

In the early ‘70s, Lydia dreamt of buying a sweet farm house on the golden mounds of land in Vallyford. When her dream house was bought...

The Crossing: The Crossing is a place. It exists. We never call it a little bit of heaven on earth, as there’s not a halo to be found...

Chinook was the city of my father, Milo’s, childhood. I had heard of it only through stories. It formed the backdrop of his adventures in...

The dogs of The Crossing smile on Sunday morning. Actually, they smile every day. If there is any true happiness in The Crossing it...

The Crossing has its crossroads. As at all crossroads, magical things happen here. Well, mostly we just sort of congregate near the...