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Grey foxes. I’m sitting in my cabin up on the backside of
Grey foxes. I’m sitting in my cabin up on the backside of Glass Factory Mountain. Years ago, when we first got this place—which is only a mile as...

Visiting Elders Just back home from a week in Durango,
Visiting Elders Just back home from a week in Durango, Colorado. At Fort Lewis College where I’d been invited to be part of their Native American ...

Bog Meadow Trail. I mentioned it in the post I put up yesterday.
Bog Meadow Trail. I mentioned it in the post I put up yesterday. But it deserves more than that. To begin with, it was one of the first major project...

Seeing the Deer. “Did you see that deer?” Jesse said as we
Seeing the Deer. “Did you see that deer?” Jesse said as we started the turn off the four-lane. A note of pleasure in his voice. “Uh-huh,” I...

I miss my old typewriter. Office furniture grey, it was as solid
I miss my old typewriter. Office furniture grey, it was as solid and square as the decade of the fifties when it was manufactured. My grandmother ha...

Full Moon. September Moon. Harvest Moon. Moon of Leaves beginning
Full Moon. September Moon. Harvest Moon. Moon of Leaves beginning to turn. A sort of excitement, a restlessness as heady as ancestral memory being car...

Scary Stories. I tell a lot of them. I’ve been hearing
Scary Stories. I tell a lot of them. I’ve been hearing them and sharing them for most of my life. Some of my favorite reading in my teenage years...

Indians point with their lips. I’m back home from my trip to
Indians point with their lips. I’m back home from my trip to the Five Tribes Storytelling Conference. It was held on the historic grounds of Bacon...