Elizabeth McLaughlinSep 7, 20201 minCameron Peak FireIt is barely September and we are cast into shadows in the middle of the day. For months people have joked; “What is next? What could be...
Elizabeth McLaughlinApr 23, 20201 minShroudedI sometimes wear my collective shame like a funeral shroud. Pulling it out all threadbare and putrid to rest around my shoulders....
Elizabeth McLaughlinApr 22, 20201 minAprilBefore rising I heard the eastward morning sun. Melting the last deep April snow into rivers. What a bit of light can do to make the...