A Who?
“Where did you go?” my dad coos at the dog. “Did you see something? Did you see a ‘who’?” It’s not exactly in character to reference a...
A Little Birdy Told Me. . . Sail away Story Blog Collaboration
I am pleased to write in collaboration with my colleague and friend Amanda on her blog, Sail away Story. Throughout the year, I will...
Is My Favorite Color Red?
The REI clearance sale made my long researched purchase of winter boots for next year so inexpensive that I selected a second pair of red...
Witness to a Year: Diverse Book Challenge-June
“That’s another fine mess you’ve gotten me into.” This is not a phrase Dad says to me directly. “Your grandpa said that to me, usually...
Cross Pollination
My thoughts were not on my dad’s apple trees while I watched the weather that week. They centered on myself and my level of comfort...
Bird(S)eed
"Hiking the restored prairie was more than lovely enough-- I could appreciate the good signage; got a chance to forget, for a change, to...
Witness to a Year: Diverse Book Challenge-May
“This isn’t the kind of spring I remember. I don’t like spring anymore.” Dad searches the weather report on television. “Flowers are...
The Price of Eggs-Revisited
Vocabulary. Pasture. . . Humane Treatment. . . Free Range. . . What is the difference? I still sold my dad’s eggs, but I listed...
Poetry Month
Unsure of a topic, but less sure of its form. Dad read from the newspaper, always more expensive and thinner. T. S. Eliot, “The Waste...
