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Give yourself or someone you love a Haven Writing Retreat for the holidays! My next one is March 19-243, 2025 and it's filling fast. Click here for the other 2025 dates, more info, and to book an introductory call with me! Does an online writing community and...
I have been an observer of humans all my life. My father used to say, “People are the same everywhere,” and I feel like my life has been a field study in seeing if I agree with him. And that means: I talk to people. The cashier at the gas station, the person on the...
I love to wander in the woods this time of year, when the forest yields its last fruits: the river birches and aspens going gold, the mountain maples blazing red, and the larch starting to think about their green needles turning flaxen and carpeting the forest floor....
I forgot about this essay until the smoke from the fires burning around the West put me on a kind of house arrest this week. All the windows were closed, every fan was on, and I longed for the fresh Montana air that I so love. It reminded me of a perilous fire...
I lost light watching the last of the bug hatches, and the fish rising and the clouds going crimson, breathing shallow little strikes at feeling okay about the last of my motherhood. No more would my belly swell with life kicking and swimming inside me like that mountain lake. I tried to force a cavalier alliance to population control. But it seemed all wrong, no matter how I tried to wrap my mind around it.
As seen on Explore Whitefish! June is heavenly here in Whitefish, Montana with all the birds nesting and singing their territorial symphony, the snow melting off the mountains, the rivers in full rush, the days warm, and the nights still cool. I've lived here for 25...
Now Booking Haven Writing Retreats 2017 June 7-11 (still spaces) June 21-25 (still spaces) September 6-10, 20-24 October 4-8, 18-22 I feel invisible in winter. Every year, I steep myself in the varying greys, and even with a bright orange scarf…I feel like the palest...
Now booking 2017 Haven Writing Retreats! February 22-26 (only a few spots left) June 7-11 June 21-25 September 6-10 September 20-24 October 4-8 October 18-22 To schedule a phone call to learn more about the retreat, go to the Contact Us button here. As you might have...
I saw this owl today in our meadow. I've lived in Montana for 25 years on this meadow. We don't see owls during the day. We don't see owls unless we are very lucky and unless we are paying attention. I needed to pay attention today. I was butting up against some...
Haven Retreats: find your stories...find your voice... Haven Writing Retreats: 2015 (full with wait list) 2016 Haven Retreat Calendar: February 24-29 June 8-12 June 22-25 September 7-11 September 21-25 October 5-9 October 19-23 Booking now. (*note: You'd think it...
...in honor of all mothers of every kind everywhere... “If it's wild to your own heart, protect it. Preserve it. Love it. And fight for it, and dedicate yourself to it, whether it's a mountain range, your wife, your husband, or even (god forbid) your job. It doesn't...
Haven Writing Retreats 2016 June 22-26 (full) September 7-11 September 21-25 October 5-9 October 19-23 Now Booking 2017 February 22-26 June 7-11 June 21-25 September 6-10 September 20-24 October 4-8 October 18-22 Every-so-often, there is a perfect confluence in...
I recently found this piece I wrote over ten years ago...and it reminded me of how Montana has been my best teacher. May it find you aware and with deep instincts you can trust this holiday season. First day of hunting season. I awake to a hot crrr-ack in the field...
It's good to go from the mountains to the ocean. It clears the head. Here is the short of a 30 hour road trip. May you stop. Breathe. Notice. Lollygag. Watch birds. Wait for sunsets. Linger in the afterglow.
I miss the deciduous trees. The winter sculptures that remind us of our bare bones. Like metal fingers in the sky that warn against the cold. Stay quiet. Stay inside by the fire. It's time to rest. Here the conifers flaunt themselves against the snow and grey. The...