The Gleewoman's Notes

I kept thinking, looking at the bare fresh rock of all these granite mountains, what is it, underneath? What is the inside of the moun...

For a week of days and of star-thick nights, I was steeped and clarified both by the Sierra Nevada air, by the wind down the granite pa...

On this crisp lovely July morning in the fir-wood, I am very pleased to share with you all that a long and magical tale of mine, called ...