On a warm summer afternoon a decade ago I finished reading a book called PrairyErth by William Least Heat-Moon. It was a beast, weighing in at just over 600 pages. It was a sweet affirmation of my own belief that good stories surround us and the author had plopped himself in the middle of Chase…
I was scheduled to travel to Tanzania in 2001. Africa would have been my 4th continent and the trip was built to include time location scouting for building a boarding school, a visit with a prominent AIDS physician, a few days with a missionary in the Ngorongoro Crater who worked closely with the Massai. and…
It’s my last night in my childhood home. I’m getting ready to sleep in the basement bedroom that my dad built for my brother in the 1970s when he needed teenage privacy. The rest of the basement is unfinished, and as a child I would run up those stairs at a sprint to avoid the…
I live in the city, but my heart is on the farm. Soft dirt beneath my boots, the morning dew wicking up my denim-clad legs as I wade through prairie grasses…standing in silent awe beside the silhouette of tall corn as shooting stars cross the sky…the city lights shining somewhere beyond the horizon and memory….
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