The Lonely Grave of Hagbarth BueBack in my college in Northfield, Minnesota, I discovered a small cemetery one day while jogging…
31 Sacred ThingsAn ode to thirty-one years: postcard stories, scraps of what I remember to be true and important, in no particular order“…how sad and bad and mad it was, but then — how it was sweet.”
One Afternoon on the D Train“Inertia” I thought, only when i saw her trying to reach out for the pole, trying not to fall as the train…
And that’s life in a nut shell for you — what you do with that it’s only up to you.Thank you, nicely written.
The situation is unfortunate but I must say, the entire time I’m reading this I feel like I’m reading a novel. Your writing is incredible. I look forward to the next one :) — Cindy
Mud Season, 2014{Note: In early 2014, I became a vegetarian (now vegan), and decided to quit pig farming and transition to vegetable farming. I “announced” my decision in a piece on The Dodo. “Mud Season, 2014” is about my experience of the first few weeks of spring 2014, during which I was trying to take my first…
Musings: LapisFrom my Nature Writing journal…The lapis blue water of the Merrimack River flowed towards the ocean in gentle ripples. I could hear the soft lapping sound of the water on the river’s beach. The tide was still heading out towards the mouth of the river, but the current had…
