Of Moose and International Women’s Day

Somewhere, thousands of miles to the south, there are political things happening.  In my world, though, it’s still dark.  I wake, wash, pray, then head to work at 4am, dodging moose on the way.  The snow has been heavy this year and they’ve sought shelter in the city, looking for food.  They munch on leaves left on trees and bushes near roads, their dark hulking … Continue reading Of Moose and International Women’s Day