Steptoe Butte, Whitman County, in mid-spring
An orienting landmark in the sea of loess
My mother’s mother, Lois, was a preacher’s daughter who spoke with a soft, squeaky voice that promoted her faith but reserved a razor-sharp edge of sarcasm for other matters. I enjoyed her, immensely, even when she was leveling my ego and mocking my self-confidence. She…
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