The Birds

It all started when we came home after a trip out of town. The tranquil homestead we’d left two weeks ago was not the one we came back to. It had been transmogrified into a Hitchcock movie set.

We stood by the Expedition, suitcases in hand, and watched as a squadron of swallows circled overhead, a bluster of feathered fury.

“What’s going on?” Chris asked as he ducked a bomber.

“I don’t know, but it feels like we’ve entered enemy territory,” I said. Read more

Sodbustin’

If you live in awareness, it is easy to see miracles everywhere.
—Thich Nhat Hanh

In the two years that Chris and I have been together, our craziest idea to date has been to live in a yurt fifty miles up a dirt road, entirely off the grid. Now we’re on to Crazy Adventure Part 2: Building a cabin that looks homesteader old but has all the amenities of a twenty-first-century home—like running water and a proper oven. Be still my beating heart! Read more