“I thrust my hands into the cool rich soil, the moss like fur between cracks of the bricks I want to roll like a big dog and shake free.” — Marge Piercy, “Shad blow” I think “Shad blow” is my favorite Marge Piercy poem that I’ve read so far. It’s about the season of Spring…
So far Xena (my kayak) and I have explored a little bit of the Mississippi River and a little bit of the Rum River. The skinny, little Rum surprised me. There were partially to fully submerged tree sections to frantically steer around. It wouldn’t have been such a frantic effort except that it was also…
2009, the year my marriage went up in smoke, was the first time I tried kayaking. For that matter, 2009 was the year I tried a lot of new things. I was hungry for distractions and salve for my wounds. After paddling the Elk River with friends, I wanted to run out and buy a…
After a very rainy cloudy week, this weekend turned out to be weather perfect. Mostly sunny and warm and I took full advantage of it on Saturday. A friend and I went to Lebanon Hills Regional Park where Midwest Mountaineering was allowing people to try out a variety of kayaks. I was leaning towards a…
I woke up and realized I was a double-D, not the bra size, I mean that I was feeling the effects of divorce and depression. I did the only thing a cowgirl can do in such a situation. I loaded my horse onto the trailer and went trail riding. This whole trailering thing has given…
When I let Java out last night, I saw something big jump off our bird feeder. I was thinking that either it was the biggest squirrel I’d ever seen or it wasn’t a squirrel. I ran up the steps to the deck with H’s super-duper bright flashlight and found a raccoon on the deck. This…
