The end of winter draws on so long. There is a special kind of stagnation that the end of winter embodies. A stagnation of the tiredness of cold and snow and also a hope. A hope that is shown to each of us in the first signs of spring. The grass starts to come back, … Continue reading On the Precipice of Spring →

As a child there were few things I loved more than a tree. In fact, from the age of eight until...well until people started looking at me weirdly for being in a tree, I spent a good deal of time up there. The first tree I climbed was in my grandparents' backyard. I saw my … Continue reading Living Under A Live Oak Tree (written in 2005) →