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Live from I-94: Driving with Wiants

I’m writing from the passenger seat of our Prius, driving through a cloudless twilight in western Minnesota. We are en route to Fargo to visit my family. A fresh mix CD is in the stereo, the snow is quietly melting into the farmland, and it’s a...

It is my mess

I still remember the moment I found out about the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. It was 2009, and I was in San Francisco, talking to a man who had made it his personal and professional mission to help people and companies comprehend the environmental devastation caused...

The raccoons of Ithilien

I was at the keyboard, trying to think of a blog topic, when my cat, Rosie, jumped onto my lap. I moved her to the floor and resumed staring at the blank screen and trying to think of a topic. Rosie jumped back onto my lap. I moved her to the floor. Her brother, Max,...

The belly question

“Mommy, why does your belly look like that?”My 3-year-old son, Felix, asks me this question while I’m getting dressed. He puts his little hands right below my belly button and gently pushes, perhaps to see if it’s as squishy as it...

Can you play me a memory?

Today, Evie played in her first piano recital. She and a handful of other young musicians visited a local senior center and played for the residents. Evie was the youngest performer there, and I was so proud of her.Watching her perform brought back memories. It...

The Nevada chapter

“If you want to learn journalism, work for a small town newspaper.””The sky is bluer out west.”These two ideas took hold of me 15 years ago, in my senior year of college. The first was shared by a professor, the second by my friend during a...