If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least befriend a talking dog?
There is a barn swallow (Hirundo rustica) nest right outside our front door, on top of the porch light. We had swallows last year, too. I would hear their chittering song through the open window, but I didn't really watch them. This year, I was ready to try nature journaling. I made an effort to... Continue Reading →
The last time I took a writing class, I was the world's crankiest student. My teacher would assign homework in the form of exercises, and I would sneer or balk. When she asked us to practice writing opening sentences for a short story, for example, I wrote smart-alecky stuff like this: "Do you think he... Continue Reading →
