Good News by the Dozen

Good News by the Dozen

The first round of eggs goes in the hands of a man who helped me move the chicken coop into place. Up a hill.  Smashing into low-hanging branches. Betwixt raised garden beds. A pilgrimage I hope to never make again. For his trouble, he received 12 boxes without...
This Is What Mourning a Place Looks Like

This Is What Mourning a Place Looks Like

I recently returned to France from a visit “home” to upstate New York, where my husband and I were born and raised. We spent time visiting with family and friends, and (like we do each year) immersing our kids in American culture, as it is their singular touchpoint of...