I look out my bedroom window and see a tree uprooted by a violent storm during the night. This tree grew tall over decades - stretching, sprouting, defying the elements. Suddenly, it no longer towers over the rest of us; it no longer provides shelter for small creatures or shade to block out the noon… Continue reading a crossing
Annie Dillard has long been a favorite writer of mine. This morning, a walk in the woods with my 18 year old daughter got me thinking about Dillard's essay, Living Like Weasels from her book, Teaching a Stone to Talk. Hana and I were discussing life after graduation and the various career paths suited to her… Continue reading stalk your calling
Paper Thin Places 