Abandoning Words: Back to My Roots II

I’ve picked up a lot of adjectives in the past few years; some fell into my life naturally, while other have always felt forced: labels I crammed into my life like a freshman comp. student piling up words to make up for lack of research. I’m editing out the forced adjectives now, the ones I…

Vintage Tables and Houseplants: Winterizing the Yurt

The maples around us are bright red and yellow; Even the oaks are starting to change. The ferns are rusty gold all down the path to the beaver pond. We’re stacking wood and planning for winter’s bacon. The whole world smells of October. Inside the house, we’re shifting furniture and hanging curtains – getting ready…

Abandoning Words: Back to My Roots

I’ve picked up a lot of adjectives in the past few years; some fell into my life naturally, while other have always felt forced: labels I crammed into my life like a freshman comp. student piling up words to make up for lack of research. I’m editing out the forced adjectives now, the ones I…