Little Pasture on the Prairie

I’m sitting at my writing desk staring at the screen. I’ve been sitting here for a while. I was sitting here yesterday, and the day before, too, wondering what to write. I’d originally planned to write about pulling my puffy, down-filled winter coat out of the back of my closet for the first time since last spring. Usually, it’s a momentous and column-worthy occasion. But then I realize...