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Gunning for reason

Just about everything has been said about guns in the past month. Because everyone has an opinion. Yup, I’m getting to mine. If I can just figger out what it is. I am one of the few people in the middle of this. That is, not entirely decided. And you […]

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Shifting Borders

The day I first met “Esmeralda,” she was in a tree, a worn cotton picking sack around her shoulder, picking pears on a 14-foot ladder. In my orchard. I had never seen another woman in an orchard, besides the Lake and Mendocino County Farm Advisor, Rachel Elkins. When Esmeralda entered […]

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Blossoms

Saturday morning came early. It followed a rough week of paperwork, dishonest tenants, legal decisions, teetering hopes. So when my dear henna-headed friend who I’ll call “Terre” texted her idea, I rolled back over onto my pillow. I would have to think about it. The evidence shows she texted me […]

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Excusing excuses

First thing I learned about farming is there are no excuses. Maybe it’s the only thing I really learned. All the rest, just experiments really, produced no new wheel or mousetrap . . . or in my parallel universe, revision of manuscript. Edifying, perhaps, but measurable progress? Meh. Today I […]

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Hidden by the Wind

Wind. It’s what’s for dinner. And breakfast and all day long. Wind. It’s not only blowing the stars around and making the mountains sound like someone’s up there dying. It’s also moving snow into every crevice, filling last week’s footprints so I occasionally fall forward as a foot plummets from […]