This is not an invitation to argue or debate. This is just a story about my emotional process post-election in the context of traveling in Thailand. [Wat Chong Klang lights up Jong Kham Lake in Mae Hong Son:] When I found out who won the election, I crawled into bed and stayed there for … More The Trump Slump and Loi Krathong: A Resolve to Love and Defend
Home, noun. a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family, or household. Home is elusive. Home is where the heart is. My heart is wedged between my left and right lungs enclosed by its pericardial sac. Is that my home? The heart beats and flutters and palpitates … More Home is where the potato is
Potato beetles wear black-and-yellow-striped suits and orange black-polka-dotted masks as if dressed to play the part of the circus clown. When you pop them in between your fingers, they snap-crackle-pop, bursting with bright orange goo, their deaths staining the dirt encrusted doodles of your hands. Leptinotarsa decemlineata lays neon-orange eggs on the under-leaves of our … More Farm Life: A Brief Musing on Life, Death, and Potato Beetles
…but do I not live for the thrill of transition? Do I not secretly relish the crisis of adventure, the novelty of the foreign and bizarre, the suspense of impending departure—the jittery anticipation of arrival and the sweet, diverse indulgences that all the world has to offer?
It was the day after a massive rain storm, and the mere fact that the sun was out at all was a magical milestone. Like a sunflower I beamed, the fibers of my soul spindling outward toward the clawing rays of light. I thirsted for sunshine, and feeling heartened, I grabbed a bucket and shovel, … More Caretaking: The Magic Mirror