About Me — Cindy Heath

Naturalist. Humanist. Teller of tales. Autodidact. Lover of people, plants, places, and ideas.

Image by M.C. Lloyd. My dad, me, one of my brothers. Alaska, 1958

When I was a child, I listened to the words of Big Wicked Bill and cried for the dog.

Now my heart knows why Stuart Hamblen sang, “Sometimes in the hush of an evening when the winds have grown tired and are stilled, By the fire, I sit dozing…