Facing West

Facing West

Winter is my favorite season on the mountain. Summer was fine enough for a kid in suburbia, poolside, no school. But as an adult – a postpartum adult – I find summer absolutely suffocating. Especially on the mountain. The heat. The thick walls of green....
A Year-End Letter

A Year-End Letter

Dear Community and Friends, I hope I have met you. I hope yours is one of the many familiar faces I’m happy to see when I walk into the retreat house or that your name is one I recognize in stories of this place. If not yet, soon. My husband, Keith, and I moved into...