I Am Haunted by Waters

When my eldest daughter was five years old, she told a story to her younger siblings that is false, yet absolutely true. She informed her brother and sister that her lentil-sized ear tag was Cherokee Indian…and that the rest of her was pilgrim. While this is not correct in a biological sense, it is nevertheless…… Continue reading I Am Haunted by Waters

Prairie Grass and Good Bones

As I showered next to a field of corn in Wisconsin I realized that this is no Hampton Inn. The rustic wood shower provides moderate screening from the house and barns south and west, but the view is entirely uninhibited north and east where dry corn stalks curve along the hill, the rustling ghosts of…… Continue reading Prairie Grass and Good Bones