Writing

In a variety of outdoor spaces, from state parks to urban farms to constructed wetlands, I was drawn in by a sense of kinship to our interconnected world. . . No doubt, I’ll keep writing about what being a beloved naturalist means to me as I continue to search, to recognize, to form partnerships, to thoughtfully steward. What I know for sure is that it’s not a lonely journey. And it can be refreshing, welcoming and fun. Here are a couple poems I wrote during two of our field

A short story set in Southern Appalachia, where young Amos must confront his own tendency to violence amidst a small town rife with both discouraging injustice and inspiring examples of compassion.

While watching a subtitled movie and working on a crochet project, I came to a realization. Trying to weave a common thread and thought-provoking message through the things I love can backfire. I get tired and lose steam. Still, somewhere within the tangled web of my aspirational multitasking there is a place of rest, a way to share with others.