What did you love to do at 6? I loved playing in our landlady, Mrs. Butler’s, backyard. In summer heat I sprawled under the vast shade of a Dutch elm. In spring warmth I created tunnels for ants to explore in the dazzling green blades of grass. And flowers, any...

For the past three summers I’ve spent in my Santa Fe casita I’ve been visited by Townsend’s Solitaires, small gray birds that trill complex melodies or tone a single B-note call. There is always one that sings from the branches of the pinon nearest the long narrow...

Kim Fowler talks about how to take care of yourself while caregiving your aging parents. Watch Kim's appearance on Cat Williford’s podcast “Your Heroine’s Journey Live DTV Show” from Tuesday, April 28, 2020.

I had just left Farmer Joe’s feeling good about purchasing all I needed for my dinner party that night in a relatively short amount of time, and under budget. I had an hour’s grace period before I had to start cooking. Driving out of the parking lot to the left turn that led me to the freeway, I ended up behind a stopped car in my lane.

I’ve never met a porch I didn’t like. It’s what I notice first about a house: Is there a porch and what is its purpose? Is it a wrap-around veranda that provides places for secret conversations on the side of the house or a screened-in porch that brings you a pest-free summer? Across the country, from Manhattan to Mill Valley, sitting on porches alone or with family and friends has calmed me and invited reflection, connection and a vantage point for watching people and the sky.