My first full day back in Wisconsin, and a hot one! Mom and I drove to Lake Superior. On the beach at Frog Bay Tribal National Park we ate smoked Lake Superior whitefish and Wisconsin cheese and wild Bayfield Peninsula blackberries and raspberries. We entered the water and swam for a long time–out ahead, the … More Postcard from Frog Bay
…Because when you hate the humidity, pretty soon you start to hate everything in the humidity. Sweater lady: What in GOD’S NAME is wrong with you? Just looking at that thick layer of wool coating your arms and torso, that collar at your neck, makes me feel ten times more hot and clammy and disgusting … More People the Humidity Makes me Want to Punch in the Face
Alison drove from Nashville and I from DC to spend our fourth 4th of July together, in Wilkes County, North Carolina.
(My dabbling in urban nature writing and poetry continues…) The downpour breaks a hot Friday, Beating the street with a thousand hard stops: The end of a long slice through humid air. The sidewalks surge and the professionals run for cover. Three women in dresses peer from a vestibule. A smartly dressed young man hunkers … More Downpour
The word I gave my journal after my first visit to Salt Lake City, when I stayed at a hostel run by a woman who insisted on being called Patty Bear and fed me stewed quinoa and oats in the morning, was not the most articulate adjective I’ve ever come up with, but it was … More Postcard (Plus) from Salt Lake City
My friend Beth gave me a good laugh last fall when she posted a list of search terms that landed people on her blog. For instance, Has my goldfish got cancer? Check out how Beth answers this and life’s other biggest questions in her full post here. I so enjoyed Beth’s search term post that I … More Sees the Day and more Search Term Poetry
Ahh, spring! Always a season of bloom. And this year, for me, a season of lessons, too. Take last Saturday: when I went out on a group hike in one of the largest concentrations of blooming trilliums in North America; when by lunchtime I found myself so annoyed by my fellow hikers’ superfluous applications of DEET … More Girl with a Trout in a Milk Jug (and Other Lessons from the Great Big Loveliness)