Yes, you are

Yes, you are

Why do you argue with me, when I tell you how beautiful you are? Why do you roll your eyes and say, “No, I’m not.” as if I have no idea what I see with my own heart? You turn the stereo up so loud a deaf kid could dance to it, miming the lyrics with a provocative...
Picnic on Pistol Creek

Picnic on Pistol Creek

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Out in the Midday Sun

Out in the Midday Sun

The Gifford Pinchot National Forest is a magical place. Elk, deer, bears, and cougars wander through the tall trees and berry fields. Caves and outcroppings of weirdly contorted lava dot the landscape.                 During...
Still Living My Best Life

Still Living My Best Life

Amy has been gone for three weeks, gone south to California to take care of her mother who is recovering from hip surgery. Our niece, Tessa, remarked to her: “Uncle Vernon must be living his best life, up there unsupervised.” “Vernon lives his best...
Living My Best Life

Living My Best Life

Pork chop grilled with herbs from the garden (sage, rosemary, oregano) and a flaming splash of bourbon, applesauce, mashed potatoes, green peas picked and hour before and, of course, a nice salad, Washed it all down with beer from Full Sail in a Lady Washington...