If you travel with an open heart as I think one must, you will find yourself here in a moment like this one - unscripted by itinerary and shaded by something so universally important that long after the seasons change and the years pile on, you will remember the days when kindness mattered.
Lone Man’s Land stirring up more than dust
It's unsettling as the dry Panhandle wind when after years of writing the news, you become it. A project - a town, really - captured my heart in 2011. It held on tight, wouldn't give up on me or my documentary partner, Ezra Gentle, as we struggled to see how we could bend a few... Continue Reading →
If wishes were horses
From my farm in Oklahoma, I watch storm clouds stampede across the sky with a trail of the palest of blue and yellow-tinged white. We are sorrowful today - April 19 - as Oklahomans remember April 19, 1995. I am tied to the Oklahoma City bombing because I know people who lost much on that... Continue Reading →
The lion creeps tonight
As we followed the elephants searching for water and watched giraffes rubberneck their way into trees, I scoured the tawny landscape for the flick of a brown tail in the sparse grass. I strained to hear a bellow beyond the snorts of the donkeys drinking river water caught in the footprints of the elephants. I came up empty-hearted.