Janna Urschel

Well-come

The speedbump on the road to the year’s greatest commercial bonanza, Thanksgiving is a weird holiday. Gratitude simply isn’t sexy enough to sell. That leaves feasting and family. The stores put out their piles of the same annual foodstuffs, and we gas up the tank and hit the roads (or, this year, the broadband). ForContinue reading “Well-come”

On Peace 1

My mother will sometimes quip that she is part plant – something to do with being solar-powered. It must be a gene I’ve inherited because I pop awake with the sun. Daylight savings wreaks havoc with me. This past summer, I picked up the habit of decamping to the back porch in the early hoursContinue reading “On Peace 1”

On Piecework: Lucy

I wasn’t there for the carnage. I waited a minute to gauge the nature of the wailing, whether it was a perceived affront or a bloodletting. It didn’t stop, so I trekked upstairs. Both children were intact, but the china doll gifted by their great aunt wasn’t. She lay face down on the floor inContinue reading “On Piecework: Lucy”

There and Back Again

I recently got back from a five-day trip to the desert, a pilgrimage to the salt. This sounds weirder than it is. I drove 500 miles from Laramie, Wyoming to Salt Lake City, Utah to spend time at Bonneville Salt Flats and the Great Salt Lake. My mission was to take photos for my currentContinue reading “There and Back Again”