Reflections of a Ruralist

Walking past headstones at Wounded Knee, I am tourist for the day.   Watching names rise from the parched earth, planted back in the sorrowful season— No Ears, Yellowbird, Her Many Horses . . .   Death grows well in … Continued

I’m sending a shout out to my home–sharing my Midwest love. Missouri, specifically. No, it’s not flyover country. While some people see it as the space between the coasts, it is my beloved home, and I’m fiercely proud of it!   I love … Continued

They tore the old chicken house down the other day. A place I’d known for always. The chickens left not long after Grandpa did. (Not by choice, he died.) But the name stuck through years and seasons. It has held a … Continued

Mom’s dog, Jake, died yesterday, and it occurred to me that when a good farm dog passes on, he ought to get the tribute he’s due. Here’s mine. Jake has been on this farm since puppyhood, about eight or nine … Continued