prayer wrapped in my father’s red bandana

prayer wrapped in my father’s red bandana

14 September 2015 — Day 6Solo backpacking the length of Vermont on the Long Trail So early the next morning I set off — first out of camp. My knee tied with Dad’s red bandanna. After thirty or forty minutes or so, Flagman caught up with me. “How’s...

which would you choose?

There’s something you need to see — it has your name all over it.” — so My Good Man informed me when I arrived at his house late afternoon of the solstice. Whatever it was, he’d discovered it on his trail run that morning over on The East Side — the...