
A Rambling Writer Rerun: Hiking the Lake Ann Trail at Mt. Shuksan
There’s been a fair bit of “life” lately, so today I’m revisiting an earlier hike on the skirts of Mt. Shuksan in the Mt. Baker

There’s been a fair bit of “life” lately, so today I’m revisiting an earlier hike on the skirts of Mt. Shuksan in the Mt. Baker

Now that Thor is an adoring grandfather to little Octavia, he’s using his woodworking skills to make some special toys for her. Take it away,

Once more, Thor, Reo dog, and I seized the day for a perfect end of summer bike ride and swim at nearby Lake Whatcom. After

This wonderful 2012 BBC documentary is a must-view for hummingbird admirers – and fans of the inimitable David Attenborough. Thor and I were enchanted by

In which Thor concludes his skull-collecting and cleaning misadventures. Like typical philosopher/scientists of the 19th century, Thor and I have a curio cabinet full of

In which Thor continues his skull-collecting and rotting misadventures. Like typical philosopher/scientists of the 19th century, Thor and I have a curio cabinet full of

In which Thor explains his educational skull collection and his rot box Like typical philosopher/scientists of the 19th century, Thor and I have a curio

A lovely meditation on family and grief, in essays and poems Full disclosure: Brenda is a dear friend, who like me is retired from teaching

In which Thor, Reo dog, and I seize the day once more to celebrate being alive in our beautiful Pacific Northwest, with a hike to

In which Thor discusses the evolution of our land and flowers, from damaged to flourishing. I’ve been dealing with more “life” lately, so my hero-husband

In which my hero-husband Thor Hansen turns his scientist’s eye toward our local fields of grasses. I have been retired as Professor of Paleontology and

Back Home Again in Indiana “Back Home Again in Indiana” is our state song (composed, btw, by the brother of the great author Theodore Dreiser),

In which I contemplate writing my memoirs. How reliable is memory? When I was young, I assumed that my vivid memories of specific events were