A Muddy Situation

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I was walking a river path in the northern third of Michigan’s Lower Peninsula. My rubber half-boots made sucking sounds when, avoiding puddles, I walked on the soggy chartreuse grass. The thaw had left the ground and spring rains melted the earth. It was mud season. Near the end of my trek, on the low [Read More...]

It’s Mud

"Muddy Hands", Michelle Bushnell Jones, Easter 2014

  Today I feel like a rock stuck in the mud. I’ve had a demanding strenuous few weeks and been unable to write much beyond compiled research. This morning I read a post by a fellow writer who shared her family’s muddy play. Happiness filled my office. Thoughts of  their fun with wet and slippery earth remind [Read More...]


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