Remembering sparrows

I watched the truck pull cautiously back into our drive loaded down with men, wood, and a hot but happy baby. I could just barely hear the girlish squeals coming from the backseat and see the swish of curls as her head whipped from one side to the other trying to figure out which man […]

Inviting chaos

As we all piled into the truck Friday, I enjoyed the feel of my hair being wet and clean at the same time. It wouldn’t be long before the wet became sweat and being clean would be those precious seconds between the completion of a creek bath and the start of a sweaty, muddy walk […]

The Bird Lady

I knew a bird lady in Papua New Guinea. She wasn’t the Mary Poppins bird lady, or the bird lady from Home Alone 2 who found a substitute for human company in Central Park pigeons, nor was she an animal hoarder with 20 birds in her house. She was a bird lady because she sounded […]

Leaving well

I loathe the packing process. I don’t know if it’s because the last ten years of my life have been spent packing and unpacking with brief spurts of stability in between, or if it’s simply because packing forces me to be organized and think ahead (bleh). The whole process becomes a giant puzzle that doesn’t […]