Red Room Where the Writers Are

Okay, I stole this title from Barbara Sher (the Wishcraft lady), who has a book entitled I Could Do Anything If Only I Knew What It Was. I am about to usher myself and a passel of

Earlier this year, I got an email from an editor at On Wisconsin magazine, asking if I would be interested in writing a profile of an environmental activist named John Francis, who spent

Walking the streets of San Francisco has become my favorite weekend activity.  There is something about the sounds and sights of a busy city that serves as a welcome contrast to the normally quiet

Last week, my two sons ran screaming into the house because they had seen the UPS truck in our driveway upon returning from a friend's house.  No, it was not a new Wii game for their birthdays<

I began a writing task today that I have never tackled before -- no, Mom, not thank you note writing -- indexing.  That's right, for Walking Boston (Wilderness Press), I am creating an in

Why," someone asked me, "do you want to walk 500 miles across Spain?” "Why," my mother asks, "do you walk when you can ride?" Why, when easy travel to exotic or di