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...
This past summer my neighbor asked me to help her clean her grandparent’s house. They both had passed away, and since she...