by Chris Woodside | May 11, 2018 | Get This
Opossum drawing by Gustav Mutzel (1839-1893). Behind our house a small ledgey hill adjoins a mysterious woods between my street’s backyards and the main street of my town. One winter night I returned late from working and sat down with my snack by the back...
by Chris Woodside | May 2, 2018 | Get This
At times like this, I silently thank the taxidermists. This is a life-size diorama of musk oxen at the Natural History Museum of Los Angeles. The musk ox embodies certain truths about the life of a writer. A musk ox lives in a harsh environment and survives with a...
by Chris Woodside | Feb 22, 2018 | Get This
The aggressive Lyme spirochete, which can turn itself into a blob and hide in tissues. Shown here magnified on a computer screen at the Western Connecticut Health Network Research Center. The Connecticut Health Investigative Team has released my story on the search...
by Chris Woodside | Feb 9, 2018 | Get This
Chris and her mother, Gloria, summer 2016 It’s the universal experience: aging. And yet this feels like my family faces unique fears. My mother’s physical universe is shrinking as she prepares to live somewhere where she can get the help she needs at any hour. Her...
by Chris Woodside | Jan 25, 2018 | Get This
Each section was built when the farmers needed it. Deep River, Connecticut, winter 2018 For many years I thought people acted spontaneously in making history. I thought, for example, that Rosa Parks suddenly thought she’d had enough of segregated buses in Alabama and...
by Chris Woodside | Dec 19, 2017 | Get This
Snowfall on Pasture Path, White Mountains, New Hampshire I spent this past week inside a house with my dog in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. The first full day there, it snowed 19 inches. Snow creates the perfect writing landscape. Muffled, the world slows...
