I wrote this when my grandma passed in 2013.
A creative idea to bring an old camp tradition to the virtual world during the pandemic renewed my love of music.
The greatest insult is spit. If you have ever been spat on you know.
The morning breeze gently rustles the reeds as my kayak makes its way along the shallow marsh edge of the lake.
My experience with dragonflies.
When I was a kid, age 9, my dad taught me to shoot a shotgun.
I come from a long line of men with man boobs. This is my personal journey with fitness.
Sometimes vacations are not pretty.
This was a time period of great gadgets—A George Foreman Grill, a bread maker and a gift so glorious it was always on display in the kitchen, a crockpot.
(published in the Lake Beulah Yacht Club 1893-2018 25 Year Memory Book)
Somebody knit a sweater for the tree on the side of the road next to the bike parking lot on Pearl Street.