lost & found in flyover country

My friend Shel is a baseball fan. The other day she shared the spring training countdown: 38 days until pitchers and catchers report.… More.

You don’t have to treat others as if they weren’t there. Of course they’re there. Taking up space, just like like the cat,… More.

There is a town upriver that my friend Mychele wants to take over and turn into an ecovillage. It’s pretty much a ghost… More.

There are breaks in the action. Radical severance, split to the root. The space between thoughts is deep space; you drop and drop… More.

Soup is the easiest thing in the world to make. I sell it by the quart and am often overwhelmed by orders. My… More.

“January is so slow,” my fellow northern-hemisphere friend said to me. “Three days in, and it feels like weeks.” I think that’s how… More.

If you spent your formative years within the institutions of the dominant culture — aka school — you will likely spend the rest… More.

“Abide in the presence of the confusing blessing.” This was the advice waiting for me in my inbox this morning, courtesy of Rob… More.

Apropos of nothing in particular, I was thinking about the articles and videos that circulated a few summers ago, the ones that cautioned that… More.