Feed | Unexpected Directions
In the Sibling Discovery Project, we’ve been transitioning from one prompt to the next in a very simple way. I keep all our unused prompts in a zip-top bag in […]
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Dew
Day 354 prompt: The Letter D (a haiku) dawn on the meadow dazzling diamonds of dew bedeck every blade
Tractors
Day 222 prompt: Tractors My dad’s were orange Minneapolis Moline Other guys drove IH—all red Or John Deere—so green I could have been embarrassed But I didn’t know enough All I […]
Garden | Beth’s Essay
When I was a little girl, we had a huge garden just west of the front yard. It felt, to me, as big as a football field. Probably it was […]
Sunrise | Norma’s New Day
Approaching the topic of “sunrise,” Norma planned to do something calm and beautiful. “And that’s not what it came out to be at all,” she said. To create the piece at […]
Sunrise | Paul’s Sketch and Thoughts
When we met to discuss “sunrise,” Paul brought the sketch below. It’s his recollection of a design he saw on a feed sack — something we once had in abundance. […]
Sunrise | Essay by Beth
Sunset Over My Country Road I got my own car when I was just 15, a few weeks before I even had my license. Mom needed for me to […]
Overalls | Vision for a Carving Project
Paul’s interpretation of “overalls” began with a reflection on why he, himself, wears overalls so much of the time. “In a way, it’s an homage to Dad,” he says. He […]
Overalls | The Writer Goes Visual
As Norma and Paul and I approached our discussion of “overalls,” my appreciation grew for the smelly, dingy, ragged overalls our father used to wear as farmer’s garb. As a […]
Rural Roots
Day 89 prompt: City or Town as a teen I left the farm for the big city of jobs and pavement made a full happy life in urbia and suburbia remarkably […]
Summer Nights
Day 50 prompt: nightlife I remember summer nights on the farm lying on a blanket in the yard after dark trying to count the stars and losing track somewhere […]
Farm girl
Day 9 prompt: on a farm (a nonnet) As Dad’s tractor hums in the cornfield Last born, too green to tend the crops, Sprawls out under maple shade Grazing on […]
Beth Nyland 