Volume I, Issue 1 - Spring 2015

Volume I, Issue 1

The inaugural issue, Spring 2015

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For farmers like Howard McDonough, memory packs every acre and outbuilding.
by Howard McDonough

Twenty-five years from now, will fertile agricultrural landscapes look the way they look today?

Whether his subject is a blossom, a butterfly, or a prairie sky, this photographer's lens restores him to the fascination of childhood.
by Larry Stone

Our correspondent reports on the efforts of prairie ranchers like her to bring bison back to their pastures.
by Kayla Koether

Professor John Ikerd's love for rural communities has led him to ask some difficult questions.
by John Ikerd

Traditional Lakota governance has much to teach modern organizations and businesses.
by Craig Howe & Abe Katz

This rancher used his diary to envision a brighter future on the land for his children.
by Pete Ferrell

If our political leaders are really serious about STEM, they need a new approach.
by Kamyar Enshayan

Where's the prairie? Is it an untouched remnant? A farm landscape? A freshly mowed suburban yard? Our correspondent says "yes."
by Thomas Dean

Linda Omaña, a member of our editorial staff, sat down with the photographer when he was on Grinnell College’s campus.
by Linda Omaña

As a child in Sioux City, Iowa,, Jason Darrah's heroes were garbage men. Now he is one.
by Jason Darrah

The artist's recent images were influenced by the gradual transformation of the prairie by settlements and agriculture.
by Tony Crowley

The Inuit word “Ivaluktaktok” means the sound that pieces of ice floating in water make when they knock into each other. 
by Jon Andelson
Personal essay

Iowa Poet Laureate Mary Swander lives in a converted country schoolhouse. She decided a schoolhouse needs a bell, and a belltower.
by Mary Swander
Personal essay

Mary Swander's Amish neighbor, Joe, places her new belltower over the entryway of her Amish schoolhouse/home.
by Mary Swander
Personal essay

With the bell and belltower in place, Mary Swander can summon the neighbor children for pie...
by Mary Swander