Mud Season
It’s been almost a month since I left you, descending into the darkness south of Christchurch. In a way, not a lot has happened since then: I kicked around the […]
Category Archives: north-america
The Ends of the Earth
TLDR: ignore the text. Look at the pretty pictures. By yesterday afternoon, I was wiped out. I’d spent the past two days meeting with our farm manager, the Conservation District, […]
Roadtrip!
While this is technically a Roadtrip blog, I’ve gotta say that it’s been woefully short on actual road trips lately. Air trips? Sure. Sea trips? Plenty. But getting out on […]
Not About Apples After All
This was going to be a post about apples. Because the day started with a very special apple: the first (and so far only) apple that our little backyard Apple […]
Sometimes the Destination is Only the Beginning
It’s somewhere past midnight, and the song continues to pour forth, swirling and rising to the damp sky like the flames from this campfire we’re all gathered around in the […]
First Day of Camp
It’s that dream again, the one where you’re 11 years and it’s the first day of summer camp. Only you’re actually 53, checking in for the Port Townsend Writers Conference. […]
An unreasonable idea
Let’s just get this out of the way right off the bat: hovercows. There, I said it. Remember that we’re just spitballing here, so you don’t want to shoot down […]
Gone Done and Bought the Farm
By now you should know pretty reliably that when the blog goes quiet for this long, either I’m having a really boring, uneventful time, or life has gotten unusually crazy. […]
New Story: Wenatchee, Last July
“The funny thing was that her real name wasn’t even Kate. I was trying to recall how it all fit together, but I think Kate turned out to have been the name of her daughter. I remembered the look on the officer’s face when he showed me the picture and I called her Kate; made me shudder a little….”
New Story: Bragging Rights
I wanted that scar, damn it. I wanted to be able to strip my sleeve up to my shoulder when school got back and wave that contused, jagged line in […]
David Pablo Cohn 