I want to watch my grandma wash her face. For me this is akin to saying, I want to be held, I want to be fed, I want to be warmly tucked into bed. Watching her wash her face is one of the pure, primal comforts of my life. I’ve been doing it—sitting on the closed toilet while she stands at the bathroom sink—for as long as I can remember. My grandma was my guardian throughout my infancy
In the tumult of emotions following the election I sought to gain understanding and focus in an otherwise dark cloud. The tarot has always been an aid which has helped me reset and accept insight that I otherwise would not be open to receiving. Ready or not, we’ve got some work to do.
Growing up in Bozeman and now living here again, the grizzly bear has always been a cornerstone to my experience of the wilderness that surrounds this town. Whenever I go hiking in the Greater Yellowstone (GYE), with friends and alone, the griz lurks in my imagination. Will we surprise a sow and her cubs? Will this can of bear spray really protect me if I run into a griz feasting upon a carcass? Every year we read horror
This poem is by my dear cousin Ryan Chandler. I have had the pleasure of getting to know him better in the past few years. We have been able to connect through a love for poetry and he is a very inspired writer himself. Ever so often, he shares his words with me and I’m always blown away. See for yourself… Mountain Storms I watch the rain come down from my window, coffee cooling in my mug, which