Home is where we have a history.

We are wearing coats of trust. When one tells a story this is what happens.

memory is the only way home.

Community is extremely intimate. When we talk about humor, I love that you know when you're home because there is laughter in the room, there is humor, there is shorthand. That is about community.

My family lives all around me. We see each other daily. It's very, very complicated. I think that families hold us together and they split us apart.

If you take away all the prairie dogs, there will be no one to cry for the rain.

...if we allow ourselves contemplative time in nature-whether it's gardening, going for a walk with the dog, or being in the heart of the southern Utah wilderness-then we can hear the voice of our conscience. If we listen to that voice, it asks us to be conscious. And if we become conscious we choose to live lives of consequence.