The Weight of the Plains
There is a particular kind of silence that exists only where the earth meets the sky without interruption. It is not an absence of sound, but a presence of space. In the north, we learn to measure distance by how much of the horizon we can…
The Weight of Stone
The earth remembers what we forget. We walk across the surface, light-footed, convinced of our own permanence, while beneath us, the cooling fire of the world settles into silence. There is a patience in stone that we cannot replicate. It does…
Cakes by Bill Wilson
Everyone loves a birthday party. My fiancee's family was excited to celebrate the first birthday of the newest member of the family - Avalyn. Her great-grandparents hosted the birthday party at their farm, and many of the cousins, uncles, and…