Monango, North Dakota is a desolate place. Why my great great grandparents James Holloway and Charity Bird Holloway decided to homestead there, I’ll never know. But in my mind, it raises the coolness factor of my family dramatically. I grew… Read More ›
I found this post in the draft folder of my blog. It’s similar to one I wrote in 2016, but it’s still relevant so I thought I’d reiterate it, and then catch you up on our current thoughts. First, here’s… Read More ›
At first blush, the strand race is one of a bevy of small town horse races that dot the pastures of West Cork each summer. Yet this race requires no lush fields. The strand race, you see, is run in… Read More ›
I think of camping as the epitome of the simple life. Me. Under the stars. A distant cowboy singing, “Git along little dogies.” It’s tar-black coffee poured from an enameled pot. A fiercely independent act which makes no concessions for… Read More ›
It’s 6 AM and I’ve been awake for two hours, huddled under the covers to mute the light from my phone as I flick through the news, Instagram and email. I play a round or two of sudoku to exercise… Read More ›
The World In Between 