No, said mama, you cannot be a priest. Stay on the farm. So the Leghorns became Edwin’s true flock. He blessed the Holsteins and sanctified the rain falling on fields and garden. Beneath the Sistine of sunrise and sunset, the barn became his cathedral… and cheap rum his holy wine.

An Islander who has stepped, lived, and/or worked on every continent, Karin is most at home in her inner world.