Kate Husted

Wild Weed Vinegars

When the snow finally melts after a long winter in Colorado, it reveals a matted, grey, hungover-looking earth. Any glimmer of green elbowing its way toward the...

Forget Your Perfect Offering

On the eve of butchering day, I was in the kitchen of our one-room house on a hill. A single light burned. I scraped a blade against a stone, the sound slicing ...