Fall has been bright and shiny, skies cornflower blue, maples golden. The Mountain Ash glow all shades of rich persimmon as the leaves stay tight on the trees, and Fire Bushes burn red. There’s a sharpness to the air that invigorates and goes straight to your brain when you’re out walking. It is so clear…

A couple of Octobers ago, before the Great Closing, my Sibs sent me to a writers’ conference in Edmonds, Washington for a big Decade-Birthday present. I was so excited to go, as I’d heard so much about Write On the Sound. The setting was beautiful—Puget Sound stretching blue before us as we sat high on…