Going back to rural America was both pleasant and obnoxious. Everyone has guns these days. There is a culture of paranoia and religion. How these two may go hand in hand I’m not sure. Yet the backdrop to it all has a pleasant rural quality, where it doesn’t take very long to walk down the road and find yourself in a wood, looking at a cow, watching two huge flies mate on your husband’s shirt (that happened), or eyeing the floods among the fields of corn. In the small Indiana town I grew up as a child are historic homes, once used in the Underground Railroad. It is a place I experienced cherished memories, yet, growingly, a place to which[…]

I’ve had a great three weeks of running regularly again, but my legs have been quite sore–just catching up to where I was before I broke my toe and before a snowy winter happened. I also had a wonderful weekend and participated in Vancouver’s March for Science. But it was at an event after the march that I also experienced a lovely time, sharing ideas with others about climate change and storytelling. The event was held at the West Vancouver Memorial Library, and it was in the planning for quite a while. I remember author Claudia Casper telling me about it last year. I am going to use this little chance to plug her novel The Mercy Journals, which just[…]