A forum for intentional words by women on wildness, wilderness and outdoor adventure.
I write on borrowed time, perfect time, while the baby sleeps her one mega-nap of the day. A wintry somnolence has come over her and all of us, and while she hibernates I write, and I wonder … what goes on in the mind, in the belly of the almost-sleeping bear? And in my daughter? …
It was cold, by heat-islander standards, and my mind was spinning: thoughts about home, about where I wanted to be and what I wanted to be doing, frustrations and celebrations. We were three days into our Yellowstone trip and I had snuck out early for a run: through the hallway, down the steps of the …
This is a coming home story, a falling back into the arms, branches, stems, rhizomes, howls, eddies, bugles, wingbeats, and subterranean gurgles of my Yellowstone, the place and consciousness that taught me how to love. We had come back to the ecosystem for the wedding of two friends, a couple whose relationship, like ours, …
“Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain.” -Henry David Thoreau Through years and miles of scouting, rangering and mothering, I’ve learned to look and listen for easy-ins and eye-poppers---gateway experiences that lure the senses, hands and …
It isn't the world’s most comfortable pack, for her or for me. The material is flimsy, one zipper pull has already fallen off, and her feet don't fit the stirrups. The fussy four-point child-harness clearly was not designed by a parent. Worse, there's nothing in place to support a baby's head when she sleeps, which …
Writing the Wild 