How I see depression.The Wolf There is a wolf that does not howl at the moon, nor chase what flees. It stands rooted in frost, breath slow and silver, ears angled toward the smallest tremor that might dare to disturb the dark. It learned this posture slowly— through w... See More »
Stories from my moms memoryI always feel like I I could never get enough of my moms stories. She was born in 1955. She told this story about how her and her high school friends would be driving, and roll down their windows and tell another car that their "tires were... See More »
The stream"Take a break to listen to the song of the wind, talk to the whispering trees, feel the love of flowers, dance with the dancing leaves, and enjoy the tranquility and serenity of nature." Debasish Mridha Rachel Clearfield - The Stream, 1996.
