Emma

This chapter is all about hope, hope for Terry’s mother and hope for seeing ‘accidentals’, or birds that wouldn’t normally be where they are. For example, an American Flamingo in Utah! The possibility of seeing […]

It turns out I am easily distracted, especially when it comes to kittens and small children. I learned this while standing under the low ceilings of David Kline’s barn. I was there to learn! But I will not lie to […]

When I write I often do so in large brushstrokes. I cover entire mountains in a moment and write like I am running out of time. I sometimes feel like I am running uphill when I write. Adding more and more just to […]

Tap tap tap, drum beat footsteps on the boardwalk ring out along with voices that discuss the meaning and feel of nature. Poison sumac reaches for my arms and legs as I carefully place one foot in front of the […]

I was meandering along the path of Johnson’s Woods examining the jade leaves that climbed the moss covered logs scattered on the forest floor when suddenly I was jolted out of my reverie by bold words scraped i […]

Submerging in water feels like washing away reality. As the cool currents lap against my body my temperature begins to cool and match that of the soft shifting waters surrounding me. As a child I lived in […]