Growing in unexpected places

Growing in unexpected places

While my parents aren’t exactly back-to-the-earth types, they raised me to appreciate edible wild foods. When I was a kid, it was common to see them reading Stalking the Wild Asparagus or Mother Earth News while experimenting with staghorn sumac “lemonade” (delicious)...
The Voices of Spring

The Voices of Spring

I grew up on the shores of a small lake in southern Michigan. To this day, I can clearly recall the choir of natural voices, from the returning geese and red-winged blackbirds to the awakening frogs, heralding the arrival of spring. The marshy areas around the lake...
My Mother's Kitchen

My Mother's Kitchen

Beneath the butcher-wrap paperlay Formica of gray with black flecks,and after my mother and her side-kick Anita finished wrapping T-bones, roundsteaks, sirloins, blade roasts and pot roasts,they lugged in a 20-gallon pail of ground chuck and slapped and laughed the...
On the Anniversary of Her Son's Suicide

On the Anniversary of Her Son's Suicide

So tell your story, each version more distantand yet … still fresh, never finished. No matter whether death was suddenor a gradual decline, devastation wraps itself as a binding and timeis a geometry of fractals, repetitions smaller … smaller … an intricacy that never...
Daily Reminders

Daily Reminders

You need to remind the mind over and over againto come back to quiet, to the dark hollows of where words and no wordsare found, like hunting morels in a forest. Be patient. It’s not an easy task.The mind doesn’t want togo there.It would rather grab the handlebars of a...