Kids, Swamps, and Beavers

I’m excited  to say I   have an essay at the Brain, Child  blog.   Take a look or read some of the other very fine essays there. Finding the Center Advertisements

Bears

A girl picked berries in a meadow. We could see her off in the distance as we stood on our ridge. The hills of heaven, we thought, and other such things, as she moved slowly through the green. In another place we walked along a river. Cottonwoods grew wide and tall and spread branches across grassy fields.  We thought to…

Beaver Lake

One morning, not so long ago, my husband and I walked together.  We followed a muddy wisp of a trail along the river to a beaver pond, or lake, as it’s called, Beaver Lake. The sun shone in our eyes and made the frost on the trees glint. We were chilled at first but the…