In past stories I have spoken of the two dogs we own. George is our oldest dog. He is 11 years old....
The last couple of weeks have been brutal for both my daughter, Mariah, and I. So much so, that sensory overload, or what...
Memories are strange in nature. Two individuals can live through the same situation, and remember it differently. There have been many circumstances...
It occurred to me today that I have shared many stories about my time with Old Man, and one or two stories...
On Monday, April 1st, wild turkey season opens here. Every year I have at least one hunter that stops by and asks...
Three years ago, in 2010, I started writing a series of short essays in my personal journal. I wanted to remember all...
I stood there holding the belt from my engine, and wondered if the wrong decision had been made. It was the summer...
It was Friday afternoon and my daughter Mariah and I were working in the garden area on the hill behind our house....
“Misty, try not to make a permanent decision based on temporary emotions. Do you understand what I am saying? Think first...
It was 7am and Old Man, my elderly neighbor, and I were enjoying our morning coffee time together when his son, “Johnny,”...
It was 2001 when my son and I went on our annual mother-son camping/fishing, 4th of July weekend to the Oregon Coast....
The other day Mariah and I stopped by a fast food restaurant in a local town. There was a young mother in...
There are people who come into our lives and leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never the same. Seven years...