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.
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
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 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. 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.
“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
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
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
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
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