There is light in my lady’s house . . . She and our lovable Grape reside in a homey boghouse, newly cozy, where the crackling woodstove dries out the drips and damp brought in from walks in the soggy yard and rain days along the creek. From the middle of the living room, the hungry, iron mouth chomps […]
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. . . YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH After a raucous night – replete with headlamped cobbler gobblers and clean-shaven imps sitting down for silent “real talk” on the sleepy sofa by the woodstove at 4am – all was quiet on New Year’s Day. Later, apoop of a breakfast of well-traveled city bagels, we re-rooted into couches with mugs full of […]
America is a beautiful and complex land. Every day, I am grateful for this place, this country of mountains, craggy and curved; beaches, windy and blue; roads, long and winding; homes, simple and stoic; fires, hot and cheerful in summer. Those of us fortunate enough to have criss-crossed this wide country many times on long […]