Last year, quite unexpectedly, I found myself becoming just a little bit envious of the…
Where the Land Meets the Sky
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I stood atop a hill, rolling countryside all around me, gorging on juicy, sweet edelweiss grapes,…
“I think one of your chickens is in my front yard,” read the text from…
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The unrivaled unraveling continues, and yet, so, too, does spring. Just as the leaves are…
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…