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I've never been one for New Year's resolutions. I've never felt the beginning of a calendar year was sufficient reason to commit to anything, so the fact that a particular...

Perhaps it’s the year’s darkest days that inspire us to midwinter reflection. Or maybe it’s a few thousand years of tradition that prompt us to put the past year to...

Relentless desert sun and stinging mega-raindrops. Stalwart rock walls and delicate cryptobiotic soil. The lilt of laughter punctuating endless desert silence. Lazy flatwater and heart-pumping rapids. Sand in everything. Last...

Last night I returned from what has become the most consistent annual mile marker in my life, the Telluride Bluegrass Festival. I first attended on a lark after seeing a...

by Charlotte Bell I wrote this story in 2004, following a visit to my mother. This year was my second Mother's Day since her passing in March of 2009. May...

Spring is a time of rejuvenation. Take a walk around your block. You'll likely see spring bulbs pushing up through the ground and tightly wound buds forming on the ends...

At different times in 27 years of practice, I've had affinities for different poses or types of poses. Early on, backbends were my passion. I still love them, but...

The house where I grew up was at the end of a dead-end street in the rolling hills of southeastern Indiana. Below the house were three acres of unruly woods...