As the bees hover suspended in their sleep, tucked away from the snow and cold, dreaming…

These are mean times we live in. It reminds me of Charles Dickens’s opening lines in…

  My bees are confused. This winter, in a year of the warmest global weather trends…

Recently I shared this post on my facebook page, swiping it from another friend’s page (thank…

I like to collect bee stories. This past week I went to see my friend Diane…

I am done with great things and big plans. I am for those tiny, invisible loving…

This week, Thursday, November 12, I go before the City of Albuquerque to begin the work…

It was 8am and as the sky lightened, I began to see the dark silhouette’s of…

This week I am at a writing workshop in Louisville Kentucky. Since my writing project is…