The Sycamores
I LOOKED for magic in a sycamore grove,Off the Nada Tunnel Road in Slade, Kentucky,That was sheltered by oaks, magnolia, and rhododendronWhere everywhere I saw magnificent perfection. Rock, boulder, cliff,Leaf,…
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I LOOKED for magic in a sycamore grove,Off the Nada Tunnel Road in Slade, Kentucky,That was sheltered by oaks, magnolia, and rhododendronWhere everywhere I saw magnificent perfection. Rock, boulder, cliff,Leaf,…
YEARS AGO, when winter in Great Britain was first described to me, I’m certain the words damp and cold were emphasized because, when packing for a 6-months study abroad program…
WHEN I first met Buddy, I was twenty-five. I’d already finished college, had my first degree-related job, got married, quit that job, packed up, and headed west on a travel…
WE’VE OWNED two pop-up campers during the twenty years we were raising our family and if memory serves, I was responsible for parking it at a campsite exactly four times.…
AFTER THE birth of my first child, it took me two weeks before I could coordinate showering, dressing, and leaving the house. My infant daughter was a good baby, but…
LAKE LAVASSEUR is gray and quiet in the distance, the robin’s egg blue sky stark against the surrounding evergreens. My snowshoes discharge the smell of pine into the air as…
FIVE DAYS after our 31st wedding anniversary, my husband and I found ourselves in the parish cemetery of the Church of St. Nicholas and Linhart in Slovenice, Czechia, looking at…
MY HUSBAND and I just returned from a trip to Central Europe where we rented a car and drove for three weeks through the countries of Hungary, Slovakia, Czechia, and…
MY HUSBAND’S family has a fondness for gathering over the fourth of July at their historic bicentennial farm in Winchester, Indiana. The Chenoweth farm has been in the family’s possession…
AS A CHILD, I never thought of chickens as pets, or as producers of eggs. My only contact with them was the chicken leg on my plate at dinner. It…