I’ve always been a voracious reader. Escaping into a book can often be a pressure release for those day to day ups, down and, most of all, sideways.

Palpable shifts. May is the month when things come to life. May is the month that prompts celebration.

Change: both good and bad, positive and negative. Either way, I’ve never been good with it.

May 1 is more than just the first day of the month.

If you’ve been to any of the 63 National Parks, you know already that it’s more than just a pretty place; it is an awe inspiring experience.

Dark gloomy, clouds have lingered overhead all but masking the sun.

It seems like we should be so far removed from the nighttime glow of artificial light, but in reality it surrounds us.

I saw my first osprey yesterday. It was a glorious spring sight and, despite its altitude, hard to miss with all the noise.

The weather starts to get warmer, the sun shines a little brighter and life seems full of new beginnings.

Beware the ides of March.