My mother, Zoom, and a very timely burger 🍔


Earlier in the week, I learned that Wendell Berry died. I know Wendell Berry from his poem The Peace of Wild Things. It's one of the poems I return to again and again when the world feels like too much. When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night … I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. This is exactly what I do … I came across a tribute to Berry and his lifelong question of how to live well in relationship with...