Ghosts   I’m hearing writer John Caselberg’s voice from the dead. A reservoir of thoughts and impressions, the threads of a life as I...

My mystery, If the Owl Calls , will be published in November. One of the reasons I started writing the book several years ago was the...

A painting arrived today from New Zealand: “Winter kingfisher tucked on a wire as I sway.” And it’s taken over the house with its joy....

Scott, my companion of many years, insists on calling them endorsements. My friend Carolyn tells me that “Mailer (and probably Hemingway)...

When John McPhee was talking to a reporter on NPR about a year ago, he said the whole idea of writing the new short pieces he’s been...

I moved to Philadelphia twenty years ago.  It was a hot, dry summer day and I felt far away from the cool shade of my yard in...