Skunk Cabbage

1918 Summer –– “Grandmother, if you had to describe yourself in a letter to someone you hadn’t met, what would you say?” She spoke to her elder in Karuk, Lahda’s first language. She’d learned English at the local day school she and her...

Flock

Fifty pelicans…maybe more. I watch as the unexpected birds land on the sandy shore of Oregon’s Netarts Bay. The hefty birds alight again to scope for fish, hover, dive straight down, beaks like arrows to spear their target, and swoop up again, their...