by Natalie Ogbourne | Nov 30, 2017 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
Cue the music. It’s that time of year, when the world falls in love. Every song you hear seems to say… I haven’t noticed the world falling in love, and if we were sitting down together to write that song this morning, the lyrics might play out a little differently....
by Natalie Ogbourne | Nov 9, 2017 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
Fall is traditionally my favorite season. Its crisp leaves and cool air combine to make it a time I want to linger on indefinitely. This one is half-gone and I’ve kind of missed it. At least that’s what I thought before I took a look back. I haven’t missed anything....
by Natalie Ogbourne | Nov 5, 2017 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
Dad and I crossed the steamy asphalt, melty ice-cream cones in hand. We’d driven cross-country to Yellowstone for a nature-writing seminar and stopped at Mammoth Hot Springs for two reasons: huckleberry ice cream and piano music. The ice cream was a sure thing. The...
by Natalie Ogbourne | Aug 25, 2017 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
Steamy air radiated from the asphalt as we crossed the road in front of the diner. Dad and I had traveled to Yellowstone for a nature writing seminar and a quick stop at Mammoth Hot Springs for an ice cream cone marked the transition from our leisurely tour of...
by Natalie Ogbourne | Aug 16, 2017 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
Seasons–the days, the weeks, and even the months they are made of–are easy things for me to give away. I saw this tendency when my son and daughters were small and I referred to them as the age they would be on their next birthday rather than the...
by Natalie Ogbourne | Jul 1, 2017 | Pause, Ponder the Path, Press On
When I slipped off the wide gravel road and into the woods, I knew it was a risk. The worn, earthen trail between the trees was wore a dark, saturated look, as if just a few drops of rain would transform it into shoe-sucking mud. At first it was solid and often...