In December 1977 I was in the grocery store checkout queue with my mother, my eyes at magazine height. The…
It occurred to me last winter that I have an unhealthy relationship with snow. The roots of this problem are…
(two days effort) In the Spring and Summer of 1988 I worked the 4 to Midnight shift at the Ramada…
In the South part of town I answered a request to look at a job designing and constructing a new…
This is the image I made for my little poem “Picking Apples in the Dark”. The words are about the…
Was dropped off in the usual way. Mom found the end of her mission–her journey and Cidney and thousands of…
I will start with a rant I have earned from a lifetime of frustration with something very simple. The weighting…
This week I begin an experiment of discipline. My intention is to write every day about something for a bunch…
Originally written in early September, 2019. While closing down a couple of projects in the backyard several nights ago I…