Heart Rot
On a winter trail run, a fallen beech tree with 67 rings and a hollow core sparks reflection on what's coming—and whether running can still clear my head.
barbara
Bordering on the Sublime
I’ve always wanted to see Niagara Falls. Recently, I got my chance, accompanying my husband to Buffalo where he was to be sworn in at Federal Court. As we made the most of our 24 hours in Erie County, I learned that even a natural place so thoroughly touched by man can still feel wild and humbling.