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It’s quiet at first and I don’t know what to do with myself. Fork Mountain is quiet in its own way, but the wilds of the mountain and its hardwood forest are always apparent to me from my writing [...]

Okay. I formally admit that I am confused. I have never been so deeply in love with these mountains as I have been in the past six months. Yet I have never felt so distinctly that my career and [...]

A friend sent along two horoscopes that are so fitting I’m going to post them here. (Oh, and Lost Crossings sold out at the literary festival in Burnsville today – yeehaw!) Capricorn [...]

Bridges and trains: the metaphor couldn’t be any clearer. The ground is moving beneath my feet. I’m crossing from one thing to another. I’m on the cusp, ready to go. I’m not sure where or what, [...]

My poet friend offers his unsolicited “translation” of the train engineer’s email. I think he might be more jaded about men than most of the women I know. Here’s his interpretation of the [...]

Here is what happens: You go some place amazing, Alaska, say, and you literally have to start from the ground up. You do not have words for the very surface you’re standing on. Is it muskeg? [...]

{Still basking…And I have discovered the wonders of Claritin, thank god.}

Well folks – we couldn’t have asked for a better opening. Every framed first edition photo on the wall sold, as well as the 40 remaining copies of the Lost Crossings book. We took orders for [...]

I will not be blogging tomorrow night, as it’s party time for Lost Crossings. But here is a sneak preview of the craft talk Shane and I will present at the public lecture tomorrow evening: SHANE [...]

Still sick, but slightly on the mend. Thus, a short post tonight of newsworthy items: Lost Crossings update:T-minus 45 hours and counting until show time. We’ve received reviews and press in the [...]