
Trespassing at Muir Hill
Who is Trespassing? A reflection on human claims on land. Continue reading Trespassing at Muir Hill
Who is Trespassing? A reflection on human claims on land. Continue reading Trespassing at Muir Hill
Here on the banks of the Mississippi, in Hannibal where I lived two decades ago, I wonder: How much time has really passed? Have I grown up enough? Too much? This river, these tracks, all the trees along the winding … Continue reading Thirty Years Later On the Banks of the Mississippi
Trying my hand at an art I have not touched in 20 years Continue reading 3 May Poems
In the less-traveled back roads and in dusty memories, Montana holds mystery. Continue reading Meeting Grampa in the Middle of Nowhere: a Montana Mystery
It was like a Windex commercial, except without the laughing crows. The small sparrow on its morning trek was blissfully unaware that the scene ahead was framed by brick and encased in glass. The legal assistant inside the office building … Continue reading Grace for the Sparrow
I have unfairly judged North Idaho. Terms like “backwoods” and “redneck” most often come to mind, based on experiences during my five-year residency there—the same timeframe as my five-year marriage to a true North Idahoan. I’ve written off the panhandle … Continue reading Finding Ghosts and Beauty
March 2012 (Reprinted by popular demand!) Today, the girls found a dead little chipmunk in the road. When Abbey and Emily brought it home and were inspecting it in the yard, I suggested that they put it in a box … Continue reading Funeral for a Chipmunk