A Texas Ranching Adventure: Chicken Employees
Definition of chicken moat: a double-fenced area surrounding a garden where chickens are allowed to roam and feed, thus creating a bug-free zone.
Driving through the dark on a Texas highway, I shone the flashlight at my book and read:
“Chickens can be decidedly stupid about finding their home after it’s been moved.Read More »
A Book Review: See How Small/Scott Blackwood
Fiction winner 2016 Pen Center USA Literary Awards
Published by HarperCollins Fourth Estate
When I first heard that Scott Blackwood was going to write something based on the unsolved 1991 murders of a group of teenaged girls in Austin, Texas, I thought, oh no, leave it alone. We’ve all had enough. Because after that infamous crime, for years, we all saw those girls’ faces on a billboard and on TV, with a message offering a reward for information leading to the killers. The victims’ faces are with me still. I was once a teenager in that city. I had friends who worked at ice cream shops as teenagers. It could have been us.Read More »
Five Festive Traditions of My Wacky Family
You may think we hang upside down from the rafters at Christmas, or throw purple socks in the air for New Year’s.Read More »
Texas Ranching Adventure: The Spirits of the Field
Behind our ranch house and across a dry creek bed was a long rectangular pasture. There was something strange in that place—it could be felt.
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Framed/A Book Review
“You’re Luddites!” my friend from the city accused. “For farming with horses in this day and age!”
A rooster crowed; the goats grazed on the meadow. My husband and I had been too absorbed in the work of a small farm to have studied this movement. “What exactly is a Luddite?” I asked.Read More »
Voting From Abroad
My fingers tremble, my breath rasps. I flex my thigh muscles and prepare to leap . . . do the long jump . . . go far . . . over the ocean to reconnect with my people, my roots, my dirt.
But first, there’s this little thing called bureaucracy:Read More »
Broken Swallows, Part II
I am sitting at the kitchen table painting black over the white cracks on a ceramic swallow’s tail.
Because there is always hope.Read More »