Michigan

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.

Sometimes I think about the present moment so much that I disconnect from it

As an adult, people give you odd looks if you’re crouched down beside a puddle or anthill.

I feel like I just keep taking up space on this blog.

For a creature that technically does not have a brain, Clive has a great sense of dramatic timing.

Folksy places have their dark side.

If you haven’t read this masterpiece, please do yourself a favor and Amazon Prime that sucker in time for some weekend reading.

I won’t say we pulled half-burned logs out of firepits to salvage them for our own use, but I won’t deny it either.

Fergie and the goldfish, thankfully, seemed unaffected.

Today is the first day of autumn, and instead of dreading it, I’m going to try my best to stay hopeful.