The resort in Hawai’i where we spent spring break has a lovely feature called the Waikolohe Stream.  Our family called it the lazy river, and it was a favorite activity with everyone whether floating down it on a tube, walking or swimming its circuit or racing someone around and...

Over thirty years ago, I was driving back to the Midwest from California for the summer with my children.  Just me. My husband had to work. Friends of ours from San Diego were headed the same way, so we decided to caravan.  However, they were planning to camp their way to Nova...

“I have stilled and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with its mother.” 
                                                       ...

I love books!  That’s why it pains me when people start banning them.  Years ago, as I was walking through Grand Central Terminal in New York City, I bought a bracelet that said, “I read banned books”.  The books on the bracelet were some classics like To Kill a...

One lone stick in his ample beak,
   he soars to his mate’s side
     building a nest for hatchlings
high in the rookery
   in the low country swamp…
     danger lurks in the murky depths,
gators waiting to grasp
   at...

              A gelatinous
        judiciously gentle orb
       floats by…INCOMING!

 Liz McFadzean

a ghostly presence in his favorite haunt,
the heron silently stalks in the shallows
in striated afternoon light;
the apparition reflected in still water mesmerizes,
distracting him from his quest for food 

consumed with consuming, he beguiles
himself only momentarily, but finally
in hunger, pokes...

    mired at low tide the
   star is separated from
       its constellation

Liz McFadzean

Last summer, I told the lovely story of how my family came to Epworth in Michigan.  But there is another side to that story-- a painful side, a side unflattering to myself.

From my youngest years, the Wagner family would all pack into my grandmother’s cottage.  That was a lot of...

Last week while in Hawai’i, we took a tour of the memorial in Pearl Harbor to the crew of the USS Arizona.  It is a beautiful and moving tribute to the over 1,000 men who made the ultimate sacrifice, among the first American casualties in World War II.  As we walked quietly over...