Meredith Harmon
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Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
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The Case of the Disappearing Lard Bucket
I may be going to hell for this one, but if I go, at least you’ll all know why. Let’s just say my grandfather was what they called “a piece of work.” Definitely a product of his time – a bit racist, a bit homophobic, thought he knew what was right and proper for his family at all times, and got completely baffled when he was inevitably ignored by subsequent generations.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Families
Saving a Life
I don’t like to brag. I like telling stories, and I like entertaining my audience. Or making them think, or making them uncomfortable in ways that will galvanize them to positive social action. I wouldn’t say I’m the hero of the stories I tell about myself, because I don’t see myself as one. I’m a human trying to be the best human I can be, without getting burned by the not-humans out there that walk around on two feet. Makes them hard to tell apart from the real people, for sure.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Photography
Proof of Life
I know it’s tiny and hard to see, but can you guess what this is? Though there are water droplets on the back side of this leaf, that biggest drop-looking thing is an empty, clear, egg case. The black spots are the eyes, and the yellow smudge behind it is the caterpillar body.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Photography
A Cooperative Project
Unfortunately, I get Ideas. Once, someone called me a living muse. I truly, honestly, fervently pray that I am not. I know just how weird it gets in my head, and some of my “ideas” are funny, hysterical – and very, very Wrong. The kind that make you laugh out loud, cackle… and then the implications of what you’d attempt sink in. And you stare at each other, shock creeping across your face, and say, “Noooooo. And we will never talk about this again.”
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Motivation
Coyote and the Council. Top Story - January 2025.
Coyote had called yet another council meeting. I was getting rather disturbed by it all. One can only do so much about the natural order and the food chain. And even Coyote was annoyed by all the meetings; a millennium of punishment for being too much of an incarnation of chaos, and not enough of a clever problem solver, that may or may not disturb the rules set by Father Sun and Mother Moon, was taking its toll. Yes, this is why there are so many names for deities. One word just doesn't sum them up; they're too complicated for that. Their names become some sort of hollow place holder. It's complicated. Coyote once tried explaining it to me, and we ended up debating the nature of what constitutes an egg for six days.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Fiction
Dealing With the Christmas Grumps
I woke up with that infernal Christmas song in my head. No, not that one. Not that one either. One that I really don't like, because even from the beginning of my grasp of the English language, I felt that it was cultural appropriation. Or whitewashing. Of course, those terms didn't exist some fifty mumble years ago, but when you grow up in a bilingual family with four archeologists in it, you absorb some ideas early.
By Meredith Harmonabout a year ago in Beat
