The Cemetery of My People, Part Two
Road trips have a feeling of being unstuck anyway, but this trip to the land of my people was like...
Traveling to the Cemetery of My People, Part One
Mister is barking in a steady rhythm. His metronome bark. Consider it a warning siren. He knows. There is a...
What Jolene Knows That I Don’t
Mister has a big all-day chewy and doesn’t even come out to wave goodbye. Mister would like you to know...
Thanksgiving Traditions: Both Light or Dark, Please
Over the river and through the woods, To grandmother’s house we go. The horse knows the way to carry...
The Pendulum of Change Doth Swing. I’ll Be In the Barn.
It started snowing the night before last and snowed all yesterday. The wind speed was higher than the temperature. That...
Grumbling and Stumbling Toward Change
I'm coming up on the anniversary of moving to my farm twenty-five years ago. It coincides with my dysfunctional affair...
Nube: The Final Chapter
Over the next thirteen years of retirement, Nube napped with friends, ate well, and stood quietly for the farrier. I...
Travelblog: How I Stole Paris
I woke up introspective on my last full day in Paris. It's the same way I wake up at home....
Travelblog: Late for the Funeral. By Three Years.
Words about friendship and death ahead. There, you're warned. I'm still on vacation, but I'm going to talk about grieving...
Travelblog: Thinking About Aging in Ancient Surroundings
I was in Newcastle Upon Tyne. I had finished ripping around Scotland and arrived at my hotel, where a group...
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