Lucky
I acknowledge much luck in my life. I was born into a supportive family, I had a meaningful career, and I have a beautiful posse of friends and family. And growing up in rural Michigan during the 1970s was another stroke of luck, with experiences that I am thankful for. During our childhood, we were set loose to roam our farm fields and woods, mostly without adult supervision. Writer Margaret Renkl, who also explored nature untethered during her youth, uses the word “feral” to describe this...
