The latest

The latest

I’m working on: — a project for my master’s degree from Arizona State University about farming in southern New Jersey in a place most people didn’t know exists. — a story about plastic pieces in food, water, and marine animals. — an...
Wet, wet, wet

Wet, wet, wet

Saturday afternoon my husband and I walked by the town landing in Deep River, Connecticut. High tide had encountered more rain. Two rowboats normally overturned and chained to driftwood on a small beach now bobbed like lost flotsam. Sloshy waves lapped at a bench by...
Birds on the Flint River

Birds on the Flint River

There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before. ROBERT WILSON LYND, The Blue Lion and Other Essays Here in Flint, Michigan, where the public water supply’s lead levels...
SUN Award Day, yay for tutoring writers

SUN Award Day, yay for tutoring writers

Tutoring. It’s a part of my world right now as I finish my master’s degree in history. I tutor graduate students at Arizona State University in writing. I enter an online world for 10 hours a week, helping social workers and nurse practitioners and...
Rock path

Rock path

The path emerges. Rock by rock, I laid this path many years ago, using field stone, hunks of an old backyard fireplace, slate pieces rejected by a builder, and even broken pieces of concrete I found at the property line underneath vines. The path lacked a central...