“I was a wanderer who feels the solace of his native land under his feet again and moving in his blood.”

We briefly met Wendell Berry in the late 1980s, shortly after we were married, at a poetry reading and book signing at Village Books, in Bellingham. After the event, we handed him the book and told him that we were relative newlyweds. He took the book, bent over, and on the inside cover gently penned […]

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