When you last heard from me, everything was peachy here in Colorado. I was buying peaches at the farmer’s market, taking Dulcinea on long hikes in the mountains, getting ready for my trip to the Turkish Coast. But since then, a flash flood has devastated the Boulder area. Roads have washed away, bridges are down, […]
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Robin’s Egg Blues
It’s been a remarkable summer. I haven’t been blogging, and I don’t feel guilty at all. Why not? Perhaps because I’ve written 20,000 words in the last month and a half. It’s been fun, pure and simple. People say writing is a torment, an agony. Not true. Sometimes, trying to give voice to what’s in […]
Marsh, wetland, slough
When I was in Fargo last month, I drove north along the river to visit my beloved slough. I’m currently working on a story about the Red River of the North and its destructive spring floods. The Red has been a constant presence in my life: first as a child, and now as an adult. […]
Drought zone
After spending my summer vacation in a flood zone, I had occasion last week to go to Houston, where there isn’t any flooding, but instead a historic drought. I must have brought the rain gods with me, because it rained for four hours on Sunday, soaking the parched ground. We visited a park near Sam […]
Holiday in a Flood Zone
I finally have a chance to post some pictures from my vacation. We went to a family reunion in Minnesota, where there was much kayaking and paddle-boating and horseback-riding and family fun. We heard loons in the morning, which made me extremely happy. Much of Minnesota is still faced with extremely high water levels (which […]
Going home again
And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. T. S. Eliot Four Quartets I grew up on a sheep farm outside of Fargo, and that city, on the edge of the North Dakota prairie, is my home. I say this even […]
Flood waters
I went up to Fargo at Easter, and the flood waters were still high. But the crisis had just passed, leaving the entire city strangely static, as if it were a surreal, abandoned version of Venice. In North Dakota.