I stood atop a hill, rolling countryside all around me, gorging on juicy, sweet edelweiss grapes,…
Where the Land Meets the Sky
“I think one of your chickens is in my front yard,” read the text from…
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The word “crisis,” from its Greek root, means to sift and separate. A crisis is…
I found a hidden doorway in my 1873 barn; it was all very unexpected and…
I count my sheep every morning. Yes, shepherdesses do count sheep, it’s a real thing.…
You are skating, involuntarily, in your car, into the other lane of traffic. There is…