In December, dawn is the perfect time for a quiet conversation over our morning coffee.

In mid-November, I asked friends—new and old, across the miles and next door, vegetarians and turkey lovers—to share a recipe for their favorite Thanksgiving side dish.

As Thanksgiving approaches, holiday recipes have been on my mind. Fall pumpkins recently arrayed on the porch were moved inside when temperatures dipped into the upper 20s and a foot of snow blanketed our neck of Sierra Foothills woods.

The final day of October arrived as brilliant as the colorful pile of pumpkins on our porch.

Next Tuesday is Election Day. Campaign signs have popped up along roads and in yards like weeds as local and state candidates vie for votes.

In October, the world is awash in colors that are an artist’s palate of orange, plum, aubergine, gold, red, rust, and brown.

In life, there are moments that cannot be explained with logic or reason.

In our home in the Nevada Foothills, most mid-October days begin with chilly dawn temperatures and end with fiery orange sunsets that set our world ablaze.

There is something magical about the idea of traveling by train.

As I was watering the gardens at our home in the Sierra Foothills this morning, two wonderful neighbors appeared on their morning walk with their two wire haired fox terriers.

For ten days this September, the world has come together in rare unity to mourn the passing of the extraordinary woman recognized universally as “the Queen.”

In the 10-day period of mourning following the death of Queen Elizabeth II, the world is focused on the extraordinary life and dedicated service of a woman who has touched millions of lives for as long as many of us can remember.

As summer approaches its end, weather extremes dominate the news in dry regions of the West.

There is nothing quite like a ripe, juicy, red homegrown tomato.

In the early morning coolness, before temperatures rise into the 90s in the Sierra foothills above Nevada City, I find myself daydreaming in dappled light while watering my garden.

On August 10, 2022, a moving remembrance by Candice Millard of America’s beloved master historian David McCullough appeared in The Atlantic.

My life with Kit began in the summer of 1977 when he walked into a classroom at UCLA and lit up the room with his energy and inner light.

On September 4, 2020, I wrote the first of what is now 100 blogs on my website.

Family reunions are a tradition in the Salter family and not to be missed.

Whenever the Salter clan gathers en masse, it is by nature an international event.