Amonda Marie Jones, 1940-2025 On November 3, 2000, my mother closed on the sale of her townhouse in Loveland, Colorado. “I’ve always wanted to live in a big city, New York or San Francisco,” she had told me, announcing her plan to move. “If I don’t do it now, I never will.” The date…
A run of wet weather the first week of May delivered two inches of precipitation on our place. This quantity might be shrug-worthy in some parts of the world, but in this semi-arid region, two inches can be a notable accumulation for an entire month. To receive that much moisture in seven days felt almost…
Although the title of this blog* bows to the influence of the urban, my efforts skew toward accounts of the wild. This is by design, since the preoccupations of everyday life have a way of steering our attention toward human (aka urban, in my scheme of things) concerns: social interactions, commerce, politics, and all the…