Sometimes it feels like my life arc is a grand return to the Maine starting line. I do not earn my living by manual labor, but I am inspired in a romantic way by a few rural skills I’ve acquired in our Maine years. No, I am a scribbler. But I hope a few of the observations that I’ve hammered out will honor all the ancestors whose lives resonate in our migrations and pilgrimage back to the family headwaters. I observe the seasons, the critters, the neighbors, the land itself, the jobs and the community we joined that has made this such a rewarding place to call home. And, between the lines, I find a considerable amount of myself.
— From "A Note to the Reader", Cold Spell, 2022