On Summer Baseball
The pace of the game, a deterrent to some, feels to me like the perfect match for a slow summer night.
This is the Way the World Ends
The muskrats giving glimpses of their heads before diving back underwater—all that I was seeing was so very fragile.
Real Life Significance of Rain
I stood with a clump of counselors somewhere around midnight, watching the torrential downpour jarred by flashes of light.
Worse Angels
You are suddenly and acutely aware that when you die and go to hell, this is what awaits you.
In the Dirt
The words didn’t seem so distant from everyday life, from the people who’d small-talk about crops over their coffee.
Facing the Fog
Sometimes I think about the present moment so much that I disconnect from it
Go Touch Some Grass
As an adult, people give you odd looks if you’re crouched down beside a puddle or anthill.
Will the Real Social Justice Blogger Please Stand Up?
I feel like I just keep taking up space on this blog.
Unsolicited Updates
For a creature that technically does not have a brain, Clive has a great sense of dramatic timing.
Pennywise, Trump, and a Small Town Girl
Folksy places have their dark side.
