January Gill O’Neil

The killdeer build their nest along the gravel drive. Small, long-legged birds, the pair of them guarding their clutch of camouflaged eggs in the frosted grass. It’s their nature to lead predators astray, feigning injury with a broken wing. Here we are in each other’s path, ...

The day Congress announced their articles of impeachment, it snowed in Mississippi: big, puffy snow-globe flakes that fell like fake news at the end of a long, brittle year. On my walk, I look for the understory, the autumn olive and its sweet scent I mistake for ...