A co-worker took me morel hunting (he was of course horrified I had never been). We looked in the low moist maple and elmy lands but had no luck. Later that evening I went back with an old boyfriend and we found this one. I’d like to think we saw it at the exact same time. It’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Mushroom hunting really is a big part of my life. That maybe sounds strange to some of you, I know. It probably would have sounded strange to younger me as well.

Find your thing. Find a weird, unique thing your friends lovingly make fun of you for. Your life will be better for it.