Of course we knew it wouldn’t be over on Nov 3rd. But I’ve been neglecting so many other things in my life while I dove head first into getting involved. […]

Barack Obama came to me in a dream a few nights ago, gave me a high five and told me “You’ve got this.” Honestly, I’m not so sure. Part of […]

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 […]

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 […]