One night many years ago, I was home reading on a quiet suburban street when a car engine fired violently and roared down the hill, transmission screaming and gears grinding. Frowning, I set the book down just as the sharp squeal of tires turned into the unmistakable sound of the car rolling; its glass shattering and metal … Continue reading On Car Wrecks and Hate Speech: Moving Through Shock
It has been a year since I was last in Ireland and nearly that long since I have written here. I haven't been silent for a lack of things to say or even writer's block. In fact, there are several incomplete drafts waiting and many post-worthy issues in American culture begging for my attention. The … Continue reading Longing for Home
...As thousands of pairs of gossamer wings beat the air, I could smell the little sisters in that way that hungry way a mother smells her new baby. I felt settled in my skin again...
I have been up to my armpits in dirt. 8 yards of it to be exact. You might think that ordering a truck full of "Garden Soil" would be pretty straight forward, but you'd be wrong. So was I. Here is what I learned: First off, ORGANIC soil is not 'organic' in the way that … Continue reading Getting the Dirt on Dirt