Starlet was born in the woods. This is her subterranean memory, of deep inhalations of rich black dirt, delightful decay, the reachings...

Here at the Hermitage we live just up a small slope from Drain Ditch 789, which once was more enchantingly named the Little Maple River...

Raccoon. Why do you come here in the night wreaking havok on the bird feeder? Where do you come from, wily raccoon who runs quickly to...

The Beginning: The Shape Shifting of Ancestry To arrive here, on this late date, seems ludicrous, and yet, strangely, as it should be. I...

A fairy in the woodland bit my mother one day and simultaneously the trees began to respirate loudly, releasing me with hissing,...