Tag Archive: home

If there are birds, things are okay.

I followed in Dad’s tracks, stepping in each footprint like I did when I was little. His feet are slightly pigeon-toed, and I rotated my boots a few degrees to fit exactly within his prints.

Ohio has always been a place that I am from

An excerpt from a recent paper I wrote for my creative non-fiction environmental writing class.   It’s hard to explain, but Ohio has always been a place that I am from, even before… Continue reading

Things Mikayla Says

Mikayla is my best friend’s little sister. She is 12 years old. She is also my (non-legally) adopted sister*, as I live with her and her amazing family every time I go to… Continue reading

A Few Things That Make Me Happy

A Few Things That Make Me Happy A List In No Particular Order       savoring a cup of tea while wrapped in a blanket in front of the woodstove. waking, realizing… Continue reading

Home is now behind you.

Home is now behind you. The world is ahead.” –Gandalf While contemplating this picture and quote, listen to Concerning Hobbits, one of my favorite songs from the Lord Of The Rings movies.

Happy Father’s Day!

“To her, the name of father was another name for love.” Fanny Fern, Fresh Leaves —– Happy Father’s Day to my wonderful Dad, and to my Grandpa and Grandad. Because of you all and… Continue reading

Happy Mother’s Day Mom!

This one is for you, my Mother Dearest, A mother of three, whom we all both love and fearest! — Today’s a day of thanks for my lovely Mom, Like every mother, she’s… Continue reading

Jasper Kitty

My Jasper kitty died on Easter. My dad called me two days later to tell me. I was in a coffee shop, working. I could tell as soon as I picked up that… Continue reading

My Soon-To-Be-Former Roommate Ramon, the House Centipede

I live in a basement, which means I have the pleasure of putting up with certain arthropoda tenants. The spiders and I have struck a deal: I leave them alone as long as… Continue reading

Ohio Winter

One winter Saturday, one of those cold Ohio days in late December or early January, my dad reads an article in the Akron Beacon Journal about bald eagles in Cuyahoga Valley National Park.… Continue reading