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DUST It takes thirty years to accumulate an inch of soil. If you stood still, stopped moving right now, what year would it be when you disappeared under dirt? With every breath we breathe in... More »
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I am at a conference in Connecticut, my home state. I was set up to be roommates with a colleague I have not known well, at least until these past couple of days. It turns... More »
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What happens when you put together back surgery with skiing with children with living off the mountain for the first time. You get a very different winter than what you are used to. That is... More »
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JUNE ICE We rose in the dark to listen for birds on Ricker Peak. The humid sun rose pink, then faded into spring blue as we sweated our way to the summit. These birds loved... More »
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I once visited my sister in Washington state in February. I left behind full-on winter and found spring. Tulips were blooming. The air was warm. Gardeners were gearing up. Now that we have moved off... More »
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