Valley Views & Varmints: Tiny Lights

Summer brings out the bugs. Nasty skeeters, biblical plagues of cicadas, and that cricket that lived in my car for nine days one year and almost chirped me into the nuthouse. As a culture, we spend hundreds of ...

Ramps: Feasting on the King of Stink

It’s spring in West Virginia again. That’s a good thing, because the temperature allows me to write this outside. The grass is a soft, green carpet beneath my feet. Mason bees buzz around my stone foundation an...