My grandmother’s house is a little further away than over the hill and through the woods. In fact, it’s about six hours, a few mountain passes and two states from my hometown. Despite the distance, a good deal of my childhood was spent in her and my papa’s tiny, turn […]
Writer, photographer and cook. Fly-fisher. Farmer's wife. Cash and Emmett's mama. Taking names and hugging trees in the beautiful state of Oregon.