This old house is not old at all; it only feels this way. The online pictures that grabbed my attention...
Our first summer storm arrived in the wee hours of a warm mid-January morning. As lightning flickered against the curtains...
Robert Andrews had a fondness for April, when rain fell daily and water puddled ankle-deep in the low areas around...
“Coach, it’s supposed to rain tomorrow and our raisins are still drying on the ground. My father needs my brother...
Even after so many years, tears still fill my eyes when I think of my brother’s farm accident. That was...
The Parable of the Sower Two trees with bad roots Planted by Lamont, dead six years now He’d have replaced...
My Mother Considers Her Callows Farm From a parlour window I see sunlight creeping across the fields, and how some...
Foraging Pluck purslane and plantain for salad, shred it small so it slides by skeptics, know you’re kneeling in Eden...
Roads That Lead Nowhere It isn’t the stillness they talk about, the way the light spills over old barns, or...
Picking Mushrooms With Papa In Woodinville In the moment, it was what you do. Looking back, it must’ve been strange...
Mama laid her hands on my belly and told me to count my breath. A breath to the count of...
From the car’s passenger seat, I watch grain fields pass like a movie reel. I’m fascinated by the ocean of...