Dreaming about skunks – and Old Jules’ grave
I awoke at four-thirty yesterday from a dream about skunks. I was telling someone to relax. ‘We don’t have skunks in England.’ True, but we do have them in Nebraska,…
Mari Sandoz in bronze
I’ve tried many times to get a decent photo of the bronze statue of my heroine that stands outside the Heritage Center dedicated to her at Chadron. This is the…
When I was cutting hay in the Sandhills
You’re all alone, it’s two in the morning, a full moon is illuminating the elk’s head on the wall, and the house is echoing, periodically, to a metallic clattering, with…