Wishing for Snow

I’ve just returned from another soggy dog walk. My rain pants and jacket are dripping on the floor, and the baseball cap I wear to keep the rain off my glasses is sopping. Not to mention the dog who – despite shaking herself off regularly along our 45 minute route – is soaked to the…

Becoming a Western writer

When I first read Wallace Stegner’s Wolf Willow, it stuck. Not just for days, but even years later I can recall the story in the middle of the great blizzard of 1906. Stegner layered history, memory, and landscape into a compelling narrative, and the deft shifts in writing style from nonfiction to creative nonfiction to…

The Academic Hunter

Fall is hunting season. The leaves have been stripped from the trees by the onslaught of prairie winds, and snow is threatening (or in our case, blowing sideways as we speak). Next fall I, too, will be out on the waterways in the chill of early dawn, waiting for duck and geese to bag a…