One day I’ll become a magnificent conduit and nothing else will matter.
Author: Camille Armantrout
Camille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
Something was up at the Bluebird house, and Bob aimed to find out what.
When disaster strikes, we reach for the familiar — something sturdy like the trunk of a tree — and hold on.
I wrote this post in 2016 and Sheri McGregor put it in an anthology, a kind of “Chicken Soup for the Soul” for nature freaks. The essay would belong to Sowing Creek Press for a year following publication after which I could do anything I wanted with it, such as post it here on Plastic […]
Four weeks ago, Bob suffered an impressive heart attack and we both fell off the map.