I walk out and the soybeans are fattening from patches barely turning yellow, to big swathes of yellow that remind me of the slow changing color where gray horses fade…
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The Boone County Fair marks the end of summer and the beginning of school. When I was teaching at NIU, I felt pressure to finish my syllabus during fair week….
I started this essay awhile ago but never posted it. I needed something for you to read this week, that I didn’t have to pull out of whole cloth for…
Martin Shaw in Live as Large As Homer challenged us to listen for God’s call. Not just listen but have our eyes wide open to a sight as startling as…
Clover has nearly reached up to Morgen’s bridle. She can drop her nose and snatch a purple flower. About a month ago, the field was newly shorn, nearly down to…
Despite road noises, the air itself was quiet when I walked out. Everything was washed gray, the sky, the air, the distant trees and farms. As I turned the corner…
Fiasco. Every year Bruce mutters fiasco. “But it works out,“ I say. I remember the time a storm sped down from Minnesota soaking raked rows of hay“”500 bales worth. But…
I walk out the week after Little Dog died and saw another rainbow, so faint it looked like a ghost. It was a rare rainbow off to the west with…
Kathy Bates as Matlock speaks a truth we know well as elderly women. “Well, you see, there’s this funny thing that happens when women age. We become damn near invisible,“…
“Nuclear showdown proves Trump’s incompetence. Or, as Walter Kirn put it, ending the world to own Trump,“ says Matt Taibbi in his essay, Ending the World to Own Trump on…