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by Amber Jensen Ponderosa Pine pollen drifts and swirls in eddies around the parking lot. A few puddles of lingering spring choke beneath the buttery yellow film. It’s almost summer,…
When I was a kid I didn’t consider what it meant to be a dad. My parents were divorced and my early years included visits to my dad’s house every other weekend, holidays and summer vacation.
Tendrils of what is going on in our world are tightening their twist around the daily workings of our lives.
As a frequent contributor to this fine publication, I was looking forward to writing a piece that would complement the efforts of the Big Horn show and the Huckleberry Press.
It’s easy to get sucked in by the social expectations of an agreed-upon action or result.
by Amber Jensen The Pacific and Inland Northwest boast all four distinct seasons and part of that is shown in our forest foliage. Of course we don’t have the vast…
by Amber Jensen, www.amberjjensen.com Thanksgiving is an entire month for me. I drag it out as long as I can. From the first day of November to the very last…
I have driven by the car so many times — too many to count really. I’ve witnessed the frosted blankets covering the windows on chilly mornings.
by Amber Jensen, www.amberjjensen.com This is for the single people wondering what all the fuss is about. It’s for the couple that weathered the storms of decades and now sits…
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