We had walked to the other side of the rodeo, across from the grandstand, so that we could get a closer look at the calves dashing out of the chute and the cowboys galloping after them. This was where families of the performers hung out, and suddenly my eye was taken by a child beingContinue reading “Of Cowboys, Doctors, Tradition, and the Individual Talent”
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Cold Storage
As we shift into March and the promise of spring, here’s a late-winter story from my book Climbing Lessons. It’s about a rare experience of being alone, as a grade school child, with my father. It’s about going out into nature with him at night–and the darkness working its magic, making him unusually reminiscent, unusuallyContinue reading “Cold Storage”