When Ed mentioned the recycling effort he is leading at church he sounded so heavy, he had the voice of Sisyphus, the Greek hero condemned to roll an immense boulder up a hill, only to watch it roll back down, repeating this action for eternity. I could easily picture the Read more…
I love living near the Mississippi River. This river shapes our landscape, in some places creating beautiful bluffs and also bringing rich soil to places where it floods. Each spring and fall, I greet the birds that follow the river as their migration route. The river designs our life. It Read more…
The deer, turned golden by the evening light, moved through the field of purple lupine at the far side of the meadow. It stopped and watched us dance, then returned to grazing. If I were the sort to tell fish stories, in each recounting of this moment the deer would Read more…