A turtle walks into the yard and lifts the day.
Camille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
A turtle walks into the yard and lifts the day.
Celebrating spring and community in the woods, with stops for refreshments.
Given the firehose of outrages spewing from Washington, I feel I should take to the streets in protest, but I wouldn’t know what to write on my cardboard sign.
I thought that by focusing on small, joyful things, I might minimize the horror building in my chest.
A commemorative plate, my first vote, my mother at Jimmy Carter’s inaugural, Bob’s undergrad, and carrying the trash.