I walked with a friend in the North Cascades in Washington, and I tugged on his arm. “Don’t you see the way the light looks like someone dunked that mountain into an aquarium?” I said. “Don’t you see we’re lucky?” But I feel that way when I notice twigs on the sidewalk or sunlight on a doorknob. So I took photos and I wrote a little bit about people I met. I worked and traveled, and I didn’t try very hard to publish or sell what I did. Then I hit my head on an icy hill in Washington, and I decided I better start trying.
I've been doing freelance writing on environmental and Ozark subjects, Oral History Projects, and Oral History based performances for over 30 years. My character is one Stub Borders - real person, tie hacker, general trouble maker who lived in the Ozarks for much of his life. I am available for performance, presentations on oral history, Ozark rivers, Henry Rowe Schoolcraft and his trek through the Ozarks and more.