For three days, I’ve watched a turtle become less and less a turtle and more and more a dark stain on the one road that leads out of town. I wished I had seen the turtle when it was alive: I would have pulled over to move it to the other side. Once, when I... Continue Reading →
We’re all livin’…Kumbaya
One of the first major differences one notices when moving from a bustling city to the quaint and quiet country is the increase of critter sightings. All kinds of critters, big and small, become part of the backdrop to daily chores and travels. As I’m typing this, I’m still struggling with two rosebush thorns buried... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 