The writing life is a terrain of buckling and folding trails as exciting to follow as those cut into the shale of Montana’s Cabinet Mountains by the hooves of bighorn sheep. It is appropriate that the Cabinet Mountains end at … Continue reading
Crisp, short grass crunches beneath my summer sandals and stray strands of straw poke at the sides of my feet. The air is heavy with smoke from late smoldering September forest fires in northern Idaho. It thickens my sinuses and … Continue reading
There was a left. There was a right. They were a pair of women’s Keen Venice H2 sport sandals in cameo/apricot, size 7.5. For six years, my feet lived in those shoes, having discovered the stability of Keens several fly-fishing … Continue reading
A flash of cerulean trailed by flutters of crimson, and the chase becomes aerial art. A male cardinal defends his territory against two blue jays beaking a battle duet of “ki-ki-ki.” Like knights of the sky, royals of the air, … Continue reading
My daughter Brianna calls one day and asks, “Mom can you take Ilya?” A colossal of husky fur and attitude, I say no. But it’s not the dog; it’s just that I am whirling in my own grief over the … Continue reading
Standing at the kitchen sink, hands sponging soapy dinner dishes, I glimpsed a gaited movement in the glow of the street lamp. A cat is what I expected to see, but as my eyes focused on the critter I realized … Continue reading
There is pizza, and then there is wood-fired pizza. The difference is that when you eat dairy-free (like my son-in-law, Drew) or gluten-free (like my daughter, Allison) this is the kind of food for which they will disregard dietary restrictions … Continue reading
Getting up at 5 a.m. to walk dogs leads to capturing the Lupines in their best light. Some of the Lupines are from our back road and the field of Lupines is just north of Washburn.
On April 27, 2012 I arrived in Washburn, WI with all that remained of my worldly possessions in the back seats of my daughter’s and son-in-law’s newly purchased used Toyota RAV and a borrowed mini-van. My “Monday” possessions, the few … Continue reading
Bayfield Co. Chronicles 