The North Fork of the Flathead River Valley could care less about five middle-aged men shooting shotguns and clay pigeons for three hours on the first gray and white day of 2019. Those mountains remain tonight, silent and cold, clouds keeping their ridges hidden. They have survived hellish winters, sweltering summers, wind, snow, and fireContinue reading “Mountains, men, and the claim”
Whatever happens. Whateverwhat is is is whatI want. Only that. But that. Galway Kinnell Is it possible to love anything as much as you love your children?
The author and podcaster Tim Ferris often asks his guests what they would say to their 30-year-old selves. Often the answer involves the self from the future reassuring the younger self to stop worrying, to be in the moment, to enjoy what we have now trusting that everything will work out in the future. Continue reading “Forward, not back.”
Life has a random, ironic and amusing way of playing out. For the past 16 years, my teaching career has primarily consisted of teaching seniors. These 17-18 years old spend senior year jumping headfirst into the hills and valleys of figuring out what happens after high school. Twenty-five years ago my college search was neitherContinue reading “Pappas”
Saying goodbye to a favorite piece of gear.
It was on this day, the 29th of November, 1781 that the white crew of the slave ship Zong began murdering slaves by throwing them overboard. The crew hoped to claim the murdered slaves as part of an insurance policy that allowed slavers to make claims for cargo that was jettisoned in order to saveContinue reading “In memory of the Zong Massacre”
894 days ago, on June 16, 2016, I woke up and decided that I was not going to drink alcohol anymore. Nearly 23 years before I had gotten drunk for the first time a few days after I graduated from high school. Over the course of those years I did lots of regrettable things underContinue reading “I’m Good”
I was unfamiliar with Greg Brown before I moved to Montana. I quickly learned that if I was going to be able to chat with any woman who I was remotely interested in I’d best become familiar with his music. Like all good folk prophets, he has the shaky, gravel bar of a voice thatContinue reading ““I think about my children when I look at any child’s face & pray that we will find a way to get with all this amazing grace””