I haven't written on my blog in quite some time (obviously) but it has still been on my mind. Life, as life does, got ahead of me. Time, as it does, rushed forward. Suddenly, it seems, we are in mid-September and summer is stepping away. These last few months have felt the most consistently easy,…
Continue reading ➞ Wild & Precious Life – Spring/Summer 2022
In the mid-Atlantic, I could never truly differentiate between June, July and August other than the comings and goings of birthdays. The passage of time was unnoticed by the weather, hot and muggy as it was with the air pressing down on your skin whether it be in sun or shade, day or night. The…
There is something tender in the cold days of winter that latches onto your bones and carries on you like a worn coat from winter to winter as you grow, change, move, and adapt to new environments, and yet flares up like an old injury when the temperature drops in those early months of the…
"It's like..." I began to say, my eyes trailing over the outline of the closed door, my hands raised as if they would aid me in explaining what couldn't quite be explained. I paused, considering my words and how hard it was to say how I felt. Finally, I tried, I was a writer, wasn't…
The alarm was set for 6:45. The previous day had been complete with freezing temperatures, too much wind, traveling by car, looking for bears, hiking and shivering, and being up for far too long; so the idea of getting up at 6:45 was met with general distaste. Neither of us believed we would be able…
Erica Rose Eberhart 