by Ken Carman  Isn't it odd how some of what parents, friends and former lovers say to us slips away: becomes almost invisible, silent... yet some seeps deep into our…

I have spent the summer working on a trash pile. Not building one, though the effort has in fact created several trash piles, but transforming one. When I toured this…

by Ken Carman  Life, if we're honest, is all about living on the edge, spreading your wings and taking flight...  Life worth living is defined by risk.   Because there…

I spent this morning at the shed. I love the way my daughter describes it, "60 years old & still building forts in the woods!" Today I harvested cinder blocks of…