Carolyn Wing Greenlee

The Grand Canyon

“Half log. Step down. Full log. Step over. Something on your right. Stay to your left. “ Dan’s voice was steady, almost rhythmic. “Full log.” I stepped carefully over the log, my foot finding a flat place on the trail. I stole a quick glance to my right. The pale

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Seeing Stars

It’s fall. At least it feels that way. All of a sudden, the bright, dry blaze of summer collapsed into crisp mornings and cool evenings. Is there such a thing as Fall Cleaning? For the first time in my twenty-five years of living here, I have been in a re-organizational

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