How honest can I be? How much am I willing to reveal on the page? I’m not really sure, but these are questions every writer needs to ask herself. Real honesty makes one cringe a bit and I’ve had more than a few uncomfortable, cringe-worthy feelings lately. At 5:55 am last Thursday John and I …
Calling All Tricksters
"It behooves all good humans to become ever more effective storytellers." —Carolyn Casey I've had the good fortune to have sat (and played, hiked, and fire-lit) in the company of some serious tricksters. There was Teets, my old field boss, a wise-cracking guardian of Yellowstone's northern range; Shan, a fire pixie who taught me to wield …
Connecting the Pieces of the Puzzle
"Nature is not a place to visit. It is home." …
Only the Mountain
A few summers ago, a colleague and I were searching for golden eagles in a remote area of Yellowstone National Park. Hiking the rim of a large cliff wall, dwarfed by the massive scree slope below, we watched an adult eagle sweep up and perch on a snag with one powerful stroke of its’ massive …
At water’s edge
One summer during college, I lived for a few weeks in an activists' cooperative called "Watermargin." It was a sprawling old house, artfully run-down, tucked into the edge of the woods. Nothing matched, the paint was peeling, and a healthy population of mice held court over the lower floors. It was also home to an activist …
Writing the Wild 