Not just for the birds
...and those receive me, who quietly treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved in that home: but will not, oh, will not, not now, not ever; but will not ever tell me who I am. --James Agee, A Death in the Family We've had Bloom a little more than a year now. He's an odd …
Soon we'll head east to the west we've missed. Chukar season is on in Idaho, and we'll have tried-and-true Peat and apparent prodigy Bloom with us in our travels to new (for us) and familiar places. We are excited. I'm so excited I made a silly little video of Peat. I'll probably post one of …
NOTE: I began this post in April, part way through my last quarter as a teacher at Neah Bay High School. I didn't finish it for some reason. Now I want to get it out. In the grass that has overgrown causes and effects,someone must be stretched out blade of grass in his mouthgazing at …
"I took it for granted." For granted. It's one of those things we don't want to admit to doing. It's come to my mind a lot in the past year, mainly in thinking about where we used to live. I tried hard not ever to take for granted living in chukar country. This blog is …
One summer while home from college I waited tables at an Italian restaurant in Laguna Beach run by some racist Milanese who'd recently emigrated from apartheid South Africa. How they ended up in Laguna I'm not sure, but their attitudes about people struck me as not only offensive but ironic considering that the kitchen and …