Get Lost
Between the drive south, the week on the ship, a week in Palo Alto, a week driving Jem out to Missouri, flying back to California, driving back up the coast […]
Author Archives: david pablo cohn
Arrival
Four days, three time zones, 2053 miles and a dozen old friends along the way. Endless philosophical ramblings, Thucydides and Robert Jordan on tape and hours of dueling “Well, listen […]
Roadtrip. For Real.
On a variation from the Blues Brothers, it’s 2053 miles to Rolla, the car’s packed, gas tank three notches from empty. I’m wearing sunglasses, but it’s broad daylight and I’ve […]
I’m on a Boat (or Two)
Winding down my week on the ship, even in port, I’m tired. After just one week. Trying to remember how I managed a month at a time. Trying to fathom […]
Let’s Play Pandemic!
My life, most days, feels more than a little unreal to me, but I’ve long since gotten used to the feeling. The thing is – and I’ve written about this […]
Breathe
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 […]
Into the Woods
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 […]
Darwin Stops By For Lunch
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
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 […]
An Unreasonable Bounty
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 […]
