Invitation Oh do you have time to linger for just a little while out of your busy and very important day for the goldfinches that have gathered in a field of thistles for a musical battle, to see who can... Read More

Riding the roller coaster of network news is exhausting.  Since November of 2016, many of my evenings consisted of fixing dinner then watching MSNBC. Chris, Chris, Rachel, Lawrence and, when awake, Brian.  One night in January I hopped off the... Read More

My mother, Pauline Baker, is 91 years old, has been a widow for almost two years, and lives alone on the family farm in Southeastern Indiana. My blog entry today, a Mother’s Day letter to her, is about connections—family, community,... Read More

I recently did a big splurge and subscribed to The New Yorker. It’s the gift that keeps on giving in ways that I hadn’t imagined. As I sat in my cozy apartment on a rainy Saturday holding an actual paper... Read More

  Old Orion got tired of his reputation For hunting innocent animals All for food So he became a vegetarian And turned his bow into a plant pot Where he would grown herbs to Flavor the salads he now favored.... Read More

True story On Thursday late afternoon our son who attends college in Vincennes, Indiana, texted to tell me he was out of one of the three drugs he uses to control his seizures. He must take his drugs or he... Read More

Some of us live, deep inside, for NaPoWriMo, or, now, Na/GloPoWriMo, formerly know as National Poetry Writing Month, now National/Global Poetry Writing Month We at WWf(a)C have a “secret” Facebook page (I personally figure the more anyone hacks and knows... Read More

Recently, I attended a local conservation club meeting at our public library.  The topic was old growth forest.  I ‘ve been curious about our native forests ever since reading John Muir’s account of his arrival in Indianapolis in 1866.  Muir... Read More

We walk on water like land. It could be a field except we slide across the surface and see below it the frozen form of algae the perfect white circle of a bubble caught and preserved.   The sun sets... Read More

Stories we tell, layers of history, beliefs, built by stories handed down from one to another. Pebbles in the path, precisely placed, inform the direction the path will take, causing some to turn, some to turn about, clearing along the way. Some follow... Read More