A writer of tales
I think I was born with a book in my hands. Once I met Dick, Jane and Spot, and learned … Continue Reading A writer of tales
Gone fishin’
The teenagers took a break from their digging. Using the old shovels they took from their grandpa’s tool shed as … Continue Reading Gone fishin’
Family tree
When my grandfather was in his late 60s, his poor health forced him to retire. He needed something to keep … Continue Reading Family tree
Flying lessons
“I’ll call when I get back in town.” The tinny timbre of her voice amplified the distance between them. “The … Continue Reading Flying lessons
A nomad life
Having raised my kids to the brink of adulthood – our oldest ][ this close to venturing out completely on her own, … Continue Reading A nomad life
Big bad George
As much as I complain about my menfolk’s tendancies toward packrattery, I have to confess that I am reluctant to … Continue Reading Big bad George
