A shaking on my shoulder brought my eyes open an hour or so later, still crouching against the wall, the pricks of pain in my feet telling me they were asleep. Leaving the backdoor of the hardware store where we’d spent the past few hours, a new day brought familiar streets, with more miles to tread.
I followed my dad, I didn’t know where he was going and I don’t think he knew either. We’d worked…
Bane of Existence Other times, my challenge was with Mother Nature. I came to recognize poison oak and poison ivy…
Freedom to Wander At times, the independence and freedom of the mountain came with a cost. Hiking had become my…
Mountain Masters Chelsea and I were masters of the mountain, if not masters of the goats. We went everywhere together,…
Squatters I never met the landowner. My dad told me that he’d secured the place by agreeing to tend the…
Dirt Dirt, there was a lot of it. We lived in the back of a farm on what is now…
My father became an apprentice to a Chippewa medicine man when I was about 11 years old. Over the next…
Despite my parents’ troubled relationship, exacerbated by my father’s yet undiagnosed bipolar condition, the financial instability and poverty we continually…
“He’s coming, I’m not going to make it!” my mom moaned to my father as they were attempting to leave…