by Carolyn M. Crane | Jan 1, 2012 | Essays, Farming
“I used to believe that life’s a road you’re travelling/A straightshot down until you reach the promised land./But now I see that life is a river ramblin./ Each day you wake and try to do the best you can.” Jennifer Berezan Early Winter...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Dec 28, 2011 | Community, Essays
I wrote this almost twenty years ago now, and I still smile at the memories it conjures. We’re planning on staying home again on this “amateur night”, although the party at Nevada City Classic Cafe does beckon me. I just hate to drive that evening;...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Dec 11, 2011 | Community, Essays, Sustainability |
“It’s coming on Christmas They’re cutting down trees They’re putting up reindeer And singing songs of joy and peace Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on” Joni Mitchell It’s mid December again, smack dab in the middle of the holiday season....
by Carolyn M. Crane | Nov 6, 2011 | Abbey Country, Community, Essays, Farming, Mining, Polemics, Politics, Sustainability |
It has been a typical couple weeks on Facebook in the land of leftie politics. Whether I am visiting the group for Save The Scenic Santa Ritas down in Abbey Country, or reading a post from a local food activist here in Nevada City, or perusing the many leftie slogans...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Oct 20, 2011 | Community, Essays, Polemics, Politics |
Drunk Drivers I’m standing in the pediatric ICU at UC Med Center. I’m holding the hand of my ten year old nephew. His hand is lifeless, the nurse tells me, because they gave him a paralyzing drug to keep him still. Common practice with a brain injury, she says. ...
by Carolyn M. Crane | Sep 26, 2011 | Essays |
an essay from the archives…. It’s 1975, a hot spring day in my seventh grade classroom. Freddy is circulating down the rows of desks in the moments after recess, before class convenes. His name isn’t spelled with a “P-H”, but it should be. That Friday night...
