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How a Few Trees Kept Me From Spinning Out of Control

When disaster strikes, we reach for the familiar — something sturdy like the trunk of a tree — and hold on.

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My Friend Carl

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 […]

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The Nearby Hinterlands: remnant of the America Dream

The American Dream is alive and well just around the corner, a short walk from Trouts Farm.

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Day 138: Forest Bathing

Happy Saturday! Bob and I are into our fourth month of social distancing. During the week he holes up in his office while I play the entitled retired housewife. I don’t identify as an extrovert, but social isolation is wearing me down. Most days I keep myself too busy to notice, but on some days […]

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Stopover

“Nostalgia is a funny thing,” I said, looking at the flowers I’d forgotten to give to my friend, Ann, “Kind of like these limp roses.” We were standing on a weathered pier, looking out at the grey water of York River, trying to conjure up a connection with this place we had so often visited […]