To Say What Things Are

"We owe a definite homage to the reality around us, and we are obliged, at certain times, to say what things are and to give them their right names and to lay open our thought about them to the men we live with." -Thomas Merton

1.03.2014

I suck at promotion! Best of Ohio anthology has been released, well, for a while now.

I'm a little late to my own party here, but I wanted to let everyone know (who doesn't already) that my short story "Chrysa...

10.21.2013

My Decisions All End in Question Marks

I killed a chicken once. Just once. We had just moved to the farm, I was toying with the idea of becoming a vegan, and I knew tha...

10.15.2012

The Greatness of a Nation

That last post was a little vague. Summary: factory farms suck! Perhaps it seems off-topic. (If you think this blog has a topic, ple...

9.25.2012

Remembering to Not Forget

Eight years ago I moved to the country because I believed that was the best way I could save my little corner of the world. I believed the w...

3.15.2012

Lucky Me

My four-year-old, Elsa, runs through the garden, observing everything and nothing like all children do, filtering out the most glaring ...

2.22.2012

The Greatest Weakness

One night I sat on the edge of Henry's bed and stroked his hair while he cried. "Mommy, I don't want to go to college....

2.13.2012

Your Little Voice

I am a parent and a homemaker and a cook and an aspiring farmer. Of the vast majority of descriptors common to those roles, one of the fir...

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