
Chicken Scratch: What else is there to do? Aging, attention, and becoming — by Elizabeth Beggins
It’s time for my annual pilgrimage.Not the sort a friend just made, walking blisters onto her feet and renewal into her soul on the Camino

It’s time for my annual pilgrimage.Not the sort a friend just made, walking blisters onto her feet and renewal into her soul on the Camino

I was at Walmart, at the customer service desk. Two peopl messing with the printer, and a woman helping another customer. The woman had to
“I stand at the window looking out, trying to remember the truths that nature always brings home. That what lies before me is not all
It’s Wednesday, November 6th, 2:00 AM. By the time you read this, polls for the 2024 American elections will have closed and results will be
As a newly-fledged adult, I entertained the idea of becoming a greeting card writer, going so far as to look up what was required to
I’ve been watching the hummingbirds, juveniles I assume, dancing among the late summer flowers like iridescent acrobats. The adult males have already made their way
At first, the sirens were unremarkable. When you live just a few blocks from the volunteer fire company, you grow accustomed to the bleating and
From the author: This essay is one of a developing series called “Men Who Mow” that begins here. _______________________ People call him Chub. He spells
If there is a single characteristic that distinguishes Americans from people of other countries it is our fierce fidelity to individualism. These boots are made
I should have known. These were unprecedented times. That’s not entirely true, but we’ll go with it for simplicity’s sake. At any rate, I was