State park trail entry point.

Journey Home

Tales from the pilgrimage.

Writing

Writing about writing, autobiography, cross posting selected work from other places.

  • Getting to Work

    It is totally shocking that I’ve been procrastinating getting back to work on my memoir. It’s not like there is anything better to do. Today I started with a small piece of editing. The task has been languishing on my to-do list and now it’s done. I decided to work on Part II, which is… Read more

  • It’s Freezing Out Here

    The first hard frost is a couple weeks late. The forecast is Sunday night with ambient temperatures in the 20s. I’m ready. Perishables are harvested from the garden, the garden hose rolled up in the garage. I plan to mow one more time. With any luck it will be before the Trick or Treaters come… Read more

  • Season Shift

    Rain and thunderstorms are forecast through 3 p.m. We need the rain. On my trail walk yesterday the culvert where water runs off the watershed remained bone dry. If winter arrives, and there is inadequate rain, we will start the growing season behind the curve. That has consequences. An acquaintance saw Rachel Maddow in Phoenix… Read more

  • Fog is Clearing

    I haven’t written about how qualified and competent Joe Biden is as our president. He is uniquely qualified to be president, especially right now. That I haven’t written about this may be due to possessing that certain Iowa bias based upon his three dismal appearances in the Iowa caucuses, including in 2020. I don’t blame… Read more

  • Last Trip After Education

    For three weeks after graduate school in May and June 1981, I visited a number of friends. The trip took me to Springfield, Illinois; Columbus, Georgia; Fort Rucker, Alabama; New Orleans; and along the Mississippi River north through Vicksburg Mississippi; Portageville and Ballwin, Missouri; and then home to Iowa City. It was the last trip… Read more

  • Twitter End Times

    When I created this blog in 2007, I hardly knew what social media was. Twitter and Facebook existed. I soon joined Facebook more because our child was there and had moved outside Iowa. I was not on social media to promote this blog by posting links. Over the years, I moved through numerous social media… Read more

  • The writing choice before me is a garden of forking paths. What winter 2023-2024 produces will depend upon a number of decisions I make this month. As I pursued completion of an autobiography, things got complicated. Do I next work on the first part, leading up to the time of this photo, or pursue the… Read more

  • Dreaming into Autumn

    I’ve been sleeping in fits: lucky to get five straight hours, I’d rather have, and need seven or eight. This morning I woke after five, couldn’t sleep, read 50 pages of poetry, and still couldn’t get back to sleep. I got up and worked my daily routine, made breakfast, and laid down and slept for… Read more

  • In Between

    No single narrative describes my or anyone’s life. That said, I wrote my obituary, a two hundred word narrative intended to communicate generalities of who I was, and meet a specific public need without being too special. I’m not talking about this. I have a few other narratives in mind. I’m fortunate to have copies… Read more

  • Tell It Slant Poetry Festival

    Fan of Emily Dickinson? You should know about this upcoming annual Tell It Slant Poetry Festival at the Emily Dickinson Museum in Amherst, Massachusetts. Online participation is enabled! Here is the direct link to learn more about the festival and sign up. Read Frank Hudson’s post about it below. Also, consider following Frank Hudson and… Read more