Ten thousand thousand fruit

Ten thousand thousand fruit

The first time I really tasted apple cider… …was in Hannibal, Missouri, in a park perched on the bluff of the Mississippi River. I was thirteen, and my freshman class had just trounced the sophomores in the annual October flag-football tradition known as...
It’s Getting Scary Out There

It’s Getting Scary Out There

The maple trees are throwing off their scarlet leaves much like our old golden retriever shakes off the rain after a walk in the wet. The smoke-tinged breeze has a bite to it that wasn’t there just a week or two ago. It’s the season, all right… but...