My new job as Weed Inspector and the oldest profession
When our eonian parents were flung from that divine garden, the first thing they did was scrabble about in the dirt for things to eat. They soon found that not ...
Category: Environment
Marilynne Robinson and a red-tailed hawk – regaining inwardness
From a window where I sit with a coffee and Marilynne Robinson’s “Absence of Mind,” I see a red-tailed hawk making those wide circles that red-tailed hawks make...
Poems and pictures from the Sonoran Desert
In time, after many hikes, with our hosts (my sister and brother-in-law), these prairie-born eyes gained some pause and poise—enough at least to walk within, le...
Surprised by Love
It started slow—a bead of warmth at the base of my stomach. It was an ordinary day, it may even have been a Monday, but this detail escapes me. There was nothin...