Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
Life can be short and unpredictable, yet I have so far escaped serious trauma. My husband, parents and brothers are all still alive and well. Two weeks ago, our good friend Lyle suddenly lost his brother to cancer. Karen, my riding buddy, lost her mother last month and Nancy, another friend lost her husband last […]
Bob and I had a perfect Christmas Day. We lazed around in the morning and then took some food over to Jason and Haruka’s at noon. Bob showed us how to make Seitan and I made some seitan lunchmeat. David came by and we walked through the woods to play some disc golf at Augusta. […]
Link stopped by today and we had a long three way conversation with Bob about this and that. Eventually, the topic of unconditional love came up. Bob referred to something Kurt Vonnegut Jr. wrote about people getting hung up on the word love, as in “love thy neighbor.” Vonnegut suggested we substitute the word “respect” […]
Last weekend Bob and I joined Matt and Lyle for a trip to the shore to join a group of writers and activists at Orion’s Grassroots Network Southeast Regional Conference in Columbia, NC. Over our two days there, we enjoyed a good mix of idea exchange, campfire, hiking and birdwatching. Our group of twenty-six nature […]
Like many, I’m breathing easier today. Despite my naturally cynical nature, I’m hopeful that Obama can begin to turn things around. While my rabid liberal side wants an immediate end to war and health care for all, my experience with horse training tells me I need to settle for small steps in the right direction. […]