Tarn Wilson has settled in the heart of shiny and fast-paced Silicon Valley, so far from the outhouses and kerosene lamps of her rural Canadian childhood, that she sometimes feels as if she's lived two hundred years. So she tromps through the hills as often as she can, identifying plants and spying on animals. In a typical week, she devotes her mornings to writing at her red desk-and recently has been published by Brevity, Defunct, Gulf Stream, Harvard Divinity Bulletin, Inertia, Ruminate, South Loop Review, and The Sun, among others. In the afternoon, she teaches high school students, who hai...