Remember the book report, that standard assignment we wrote in school? Well, this task has followed me to one of my greatest pleasures—reading, and I’m not even in school. I…
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As I sit down to write, I don’t have much to say. I’ve retired from teaching college students because I didn’t have much to say to them either. It’s not…
May 7 or 8, 2015. Morgen itches–her neck, her rump, her spine, her udder. I’ve seen her poke her head through a fence in the middle of the paddock, when…
Sometimes I wish times were simpler, where we could leave our doors unlocked, unafraid someone would break in and rob us. But times are not that simple, and maybe never…
The End of July We were watching junk TV, a guilty pleasure I look forward to every Monday night. During a commercial break I walked out to check on the horses…
I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you for reading my work. It’s been a good thing to share my writing with you and others . Otherwise it would be stuck…
I’m so sorry for your loss. By looking at you, I see how tears have washed your face. I was in my late twenties when my mother and father died,…
The River Caught Sunlight is on sale for 99 cents at Ereader News Today’s Book of the Day. If you haven’t bought it yet, now’s your chance to buy this…
I started sorting clothes fifteen minutes before the clothing drive ended with visions of hauling my jumpers and skirts off the hangers and stuffing them in garbage bags. I…
My perceptions are tinctured with fear, so let me tell you a story about a horse that scared me. Morgen arrived between snowstorms that were so bad I didn’t…