Sarah Rea bought a 20 gauge shotgun for her 31st birthday and recalls walking down the main street of Bishop, California with her first firearm as an almost out-of-body experience. A reformed vegetarian and journalism student, Ms. Rea now pays off her university loans by baking sweets, selling cheese and picking fruits, among other endeavors. She once had a dream she was filling glass jars full of milk for her friends and now harbors a secret desire to own a cow. Her home is high in the mountains of the Sierra Nevada and she knows she should move somewhere one can grow tomatoes, but loves watching thunderheads build over the crest. She plays the mandolin and writes songs about the woods along with her sister. She is a slave to nostalgia, the smell of petrichor and the hot knife in the belly that a damn fine song delivers. Sometimes she posts writings at copperandcoal.com, and one can hear her mildly self-indulgent music at thedaughtersrea.bandcamp.com.