“In the dry places, men begin to dream, wrote Wright Morris, who grew up north of here, in Nebraska. Where rivers run… — Julene Bair Copy Share Image
“James hoped the newsletter would garner support from Bahana, or white people, to stop a town well that the Bureau of Indian… — Julene Bair Copy Share Image
“I’d forgotten how enlivening it could feel, seeing clearly and far. Aridity frees light. It also unleashes grandeur. The earth here wasn’t… — Julene Bair Copy Share Image
“To have deep roots in a place means having dead buried there. It is almost that literal, the dead forming your bond to the… — Julene Bair Copy Share Image
“In the shop, breathing the scent of dusty grease and oil; in the old house, staring into the living room where Dad and Jake… — Julene Bair Copy Share Image
“In the dry places, men begin to dream, wrote Wright Morris, who grew up north of here, in Nebraska. Where rivers run sand, something… — Julene Bair Copy Share Image
“There is really no polite way to put it: Now is not the time to be pissing away the nation's largest aquifer.” — Julene Bair Copy Share Image
“James hoped the newsletter would garner support from Bahana, or white people, to stop a town well that the Bureau of Indian Affairs wanted… — Julene Bair Copy Share Image
“I’d forgotten how enlivening it could feel, seeing clearly and far. Aridity frees light. It also unleashes grandeur. The earth here wasn’t cloaked in… — Julene Bair Copy Share Image
“And now I am sitting in the graveyard, staring at two headstones, and feeling good and bad at the same time. The way we… — Julene Bair Copy Share Image
