Where The River Bends

Old postcard view of the mills above the Highbridge Glens, Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio

You return to your hometown at forty, the year before your hometown turns 200. You change careers. You start over in the place where you started.

These hills, these sandstone ledges, these streets above where the Cuyahoga makes its sharpest bend: I am seeing them every day with new eyes. Each day I can't wait to set off to explore streets just to see where they go, to plumb river banks to see where they take me.

Some of those journeys and reflections you'll find on this page.

The River Finds Its Way

Crystal Palaces

A Memory of Walnut Trees

Guy Walks Into a Bar: Shine On, Cuyahoga Falls

Lilacs in Tin Foil Vases

A Sudden Change of Scene

Under The Giant Hackberry Tree

Chicken Paprikash on The Little Cuyahoga

Analog Dreams: Reflections on Forty

They Dug The Foundation Deeper

Mother of Presidents

The Last Week of October, In My Old Hometown

You Run til The River Feels Primordial

A Book Bound In Oak

This Town. These Trees. This Sky.

Where The River Burned

The Road From Canton

The Moon When Birds Cast Their Feathers

Abundance

Wooster of The Middle West

Must. Get. Hands. In. Dirt.

Of Red Bricks And New Vineyards

The Next Right Thing

Stalking The Fragrant Catalpa

Mrs. Taylor's Spectacles