“I hate nature.” He said it as we sat in a college classroom, our desks pushed into a circle. I had just explained th...

It all started sometime the summer before last, when my son Nathan suggested he would come back East and we would bot...

I choose to believe it was him. The rest of the details are foggy, but what I remember clearly is his backpack pullin...

The leads have all ended the same—evaporating like smoke against a landscape that holds the promise of beauty and the...