The motel sat back from the road along a tall stretch of longleaf pines where nested, according to the Restricted signs reflected in the Jeep’s headlights, a population of red-cockaded woodpeckers. John David parked beneath the lighted entranceway and turned off the engine and looked at the little dog,
A series exploring the decisions, changes, and principles we stuck to that made moving to Sicily possible.
In a rhombus of chaff and sunlight perched a gray-haired, old man on a metal stool, his eyes were closed and his head bowed reverently, like some parody of a backwoods preacher in his dusty coveralls and open palms resting on a sprawling conveyor contraption as if communing with the
Late Summer, early September. Before everything. John David laid splay-legged and barefoot on the bed, wearing only a pair of faded jeans. His arms were guarded and crossed, held snuggly against his bare chest while behind closed lids his eyes flittered about like some restless mayfly. Small. Fitful. Gone. Buzzing
Of all the grim journeys a soldier may face none may be more daunting and unpredictable than returning home from war.
How Olive Oil Gets Made: Branch to Bottle in Under 4 days We had the incredible experience last week to help some friends in Troina with their olive harvest. Like many things in Sicily, it was a family affair and because these are very special people with very special ways,
And The Sinking of the Middle Class Last week, I began this long essay by using a 2nd grade level math problem as a metaphor to describe the manner in which our democracy has been taken over by the people who own society, or as Adam Smith described them in
And The Erosion of Democracy In last week’s post about Food I mentioned three doctrines—shape ideology, redesign the economy, and marginalize the public—which I had handpicked from the 2016 film on U.S. democracy called, Requiem for the American Dream. In it, Noam Chomsky, one of the
When Quitting is not Quitting, But Just Rebelling Better The final scene in the 2016 film Captain Fantastic involves no words, no gestures, no finishing, fading camera shots. It didn’t involve much of anything, really. Just the turn of a head from a table of children starting their day
There’s no question we need to do better when it comes to feeding a growing population. Kilometer Zero, a program started by the Slow Food Movement, has the potential to not only feed it but reshape the entire world.