by Chris Woodside | Nov 20, 2018 | Get This
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....
by Chris Woodside | Oct 29, 2018 | Get This
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...
by Chris Woodside | Oct 5, 2018 | Get This
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...
by Chris Woodside | Oct 4, 2018 | Get This
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...
by Chris Woodside | Aug 31, 2018 | Get This
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...
by Chris Woodside | Aug 20, 2018 | Get This
Some years ago, my daughter, Annie, told us about a little boy selling brownies at the annual fife-and-drum parade in our town. His mother went into a store, leaving him in charge. Some girls came by and handed him 5 cents. He gave them their brownie and 25 cents in...
