World schooling

  • Ode to the Junior Ranger.

    Ode to the Junior Ranger.

    We sat on the rim of Dead Horse Canyon. My daughter and I set a timer for 5 minutes, and let the river of deafening silence rush through us. The quiet hush was vast. Almost too profuse to bear witness. I wanted to say something to cut the uncomfortable trance. Resisting the urge to talk… Read more