3 May Poems
Trying my hand at an art I have not touched in 20 years Continue reading 3 May Poems
Trying my hand at an art I have not touched in 20 years Continue reading 3 May Poems
It was my first time serving as a substitute teacher in a middle school English class. The topic was Mark Twain, and this should have been easy, as I had grown up near the park surrounding the great Missouri author’s … Continue reading On Twain & Tweens
What will I remember of the last 365 days? What is my hope for the year ahead? Continue reading My 2015 Review, by the numbers
In the less-traveled back roads and in dusty memories, Montana holds mystery. Continue reading Meeting Grampa in the Middle of Nowhere: a Montana Mystery
It was like a Windex commercial, except without the laughing crows. The small sparrow on its morning trek was blissfully unaware that the scene ahead was framed by brick and encased in glass. The legal assistant inside the office building … Continue reading Grace for the Sparrow
I have unfairly judged North Idaho. Terms like “backwoods” and “redneck” most often come to mind, based on experiences during my five-year residency there—the same timeframe as my five-year marriage to a true North Idahoan. I’ve written off the panhandle … Continue reading Finding Ghosts and Beauty
March 2012 (Reprinted by popular demand!) Today, the girls found a dead little chipmunk in the road. When Abbey and Emily brought it home and were inspecting it in the yard, I suggested that they put it in a box … Continue reading Funeral for a Chipmunk
(Pulled this out from my “archives” and thought it was worth posting.) I sent Em to her room this morning for back talking. When she came out 10 minutes later, she was pulling a pink suitcase and said she was … Continue reading A 6-year-old tries out homelessness (for fun)