I know, I know, I have so little real cause to complain. Life on the farm during a pandemic is idyllic compared to what most people in this country are […]
We were in the grip of a different national crisis when I wrote last month. I know that first one is still running amok and am anticipating that when I […]
I don’t recall when I saw my first bald eagle. They were mythical beasts in my childhood, living in a far off place, commanding and powerful, but driven to near […]
Spring has stumbled onto the farm like a loud drunk into a hospital waiting room. It doesn’t care that we’re pensive, that we’re taut against our own hopes, almost afraid […]
My week has been full of “shoulds.” I should write about John Prine. I should write about coronavirus. I should write about the tribulations of my particular family’s attempt to […]
[Cross-posted from Natembea.com/blog] This morning, the southern sky looks like a scene out Laputa, and the mountains, when we get peeks of them, are scintillating. I don’t get to use […]
Outside my window, traces of Mt. Townsend are gleaming with first light amid folds of the blanketing clouds to the south. It’s like the mountain would rather sleep in, but […]
I keep trying to figure out how to write about life anymore. Out here on the farm, it’s a little too normal. Yes, pandemic is in every headline, pictures of […]
There’s always a challenge with travel writing, where you have to shirk one tenet of the genre – accuracy in tense – to convey accuracy in emotion. I want to […]
“Have I got everything, am I ready to go?
Is it gonna be great, is it gonna be the best time,
Or am I just saying so?
Am I ready to go?
What do I hear when I say I hear the call of the road?”
-Dar Williams, Traveling Again