Betsy James On Writing, World-making, and Walking on Stone
On a canyonside in the Zuni Mountains we hiked to a little cave, a rock shelter that had been sadly pot-hunted. In it, among the ashy dust, the soot-blackened potsherds and tiny, prehistoric corncobs, was the paw-print of a mountain lion.
Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.
Join 37 other followers