“There were no trees that would fit in our house,” he said, not sounding really all that disappointed. “I guess we’ll just go with the pink one.” We had taken advantage of a post holiday sale a few years ago to get the Christmas tree of my dreams: pink, sparkly, and seventy percent off. Never again would we have to wrestle with the light strings or count the days until we could haul the dried-up fire hazard to the curb for pickup day. Or so we thought. Ethan’s reaction to the

“And if there’s tasks for me, darling let it be known.” —Bon Iver, “89” I had a feeling about the two hives at the west end of my apiary....

I’m not sure how this all came to be. And I’m not just talking about the book. Somehow, from the back of our family’s van, the...

I wrote about baseball, beekeeping, and things that are taken from us.

Fall honey is different than early-season honey. Some have likened the smell of the former to dirty gym shoes. Fall honey is complex,...

He stands proudly with stiffened shoulders, cheeks puffed as to nearly usurp his smug stone smile. The sparkle in the eyes of this...

He's joyful as he glides like a stunt plane along the cement hills and ramps at the skate park. He's riding a scooter, the...