If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least befriend a talking dog?
When I decided to take July and August off from blogging, I didn't realize I would spend a month in Maryland helping my parents as my dad underwent back surgery. I didn't get home until September 6th and I gave myself a week for re-entry. I needed every minute of that time. It was astonishing... Continue Reading →
H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald is a memoir about how she trained a northern goshawk for falconry after her father's unexpected death. Like her experiences, the book is full of strange, wonderful, and unexpected things, including stories about T.H. White. But the most unexpected thing was when she called John Muir a liar... Continue Reading →
