Tag Archives: Boston Mountains

The wilderness lingers

All America lies at the end of the wilderness road, and our past is not a dead past, but still lives in us. Our forefathers had civilization inside themselves, the wild outside. We live in the civilization they created,  but within us the wilderness … Continue reading

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Since the late 1980s my path has led into the past. Not so much that I’d want to live there. I’d hate running to the outhouse, freezing my buns off at night when the fire went out, reading by lamplight … Continue reading

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Writing When the Bloom Fades

This year most of the country is experiencing a terrible drought. (See Huffington Post.) Crops are blistering in fields, pastures yellowing to a crisp doneness. I look out my office window and see trees with leaves drooping, some falling to … Continue reading

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