The End of August

The End of August

The End of August I love the messy abundance at the end of August – all those tomatoes hanging heavy, the squash vines sprawling, and the sunflowers smiling above it all. But there’s also the fatigue that comes with summer’s end, visible in the shriveled onion tops...
Every Day Outdoors

Every Day Outdoors

Despite living in rural Vermont—a place of great natural beauty and seasonal changes—I had slipped into a workaholic life that was keeping me indoors, except when I took Leo, my dog, for a walk. We’d be two miles up a hill before I even looked up from the gravel under...
I Call Myself a Huntress

I Call Myself a Huntress

Artemis was a huntress. I come from a family of bargain hunters, not deer hunters. I didn’t become a deer hunter until I turned 60. I’m a sustenance hunter, not a trophy hunter. I hunt deer so I can eat local, wild, organic meat. In the process of learning to hunt, I...
Moving By Muscle

Moving By Muscle

The brain is a muscle. As soon as I started pedaling my bicycle, I heard my inner voice rise, as if moving by muscle had loosened new ideas for the novel I’d shoved aside (again), this time in favor of attending to prepublication tasks for Reviving Artemis: The Making...