March 13th. The morning is cold, I have my work jeans on, stained from yesterday’s dirt and clay, and my giant hoodie on top, nearly...

It’s my second winter in Appalachia and this one is almost unbearable. A Wooly Bear I had met at Max Patch told me, with his longer brown...

The frogs are singing as we wake up, earlier than normal, so the sky is still dark with that little hint of pink and yellow morning. The...