Author: stephen t berg

  I’ve eyed the inland surge of a heavy surf, and shuddered at the thought of its undertow. I’ve shivered in a late-summer prairie scene:bronze waves of wheatgr...

  The time has arrived to walk to the river,twos and threes, with our tea candles cupped,melted onto tiny boats of birch bark. And beneath the bowed and grievin...

  I’ve heard the advice about learning to forgive yourself,good advice, and indispensable as ibuprofen. I’ve had occasion to forgive myself,but I’ve not really ...

  Aging is an education in semiotics.Every ache, a symbol, every pain, a sign, the set, accumulating and advancingtoward some cliff-dive over the horizon. But l...