Towering like royalty above the prairie thicket stood a mysterious grove of aged cottonwoods. The area was rumored to hold some kind of curse resulting from spells once cast by nomadic gypsies. Rumor also had it that a nasty old witch toting a black powder shotgun loaded with rock salt kept a nightly vigil over the surrounding area. Continue reading
I was caught off guard by a long forgotten photo album that came toppling off the closet shelf. I hadn’t seen it for…well longer than I care to admit. Continue reading
The package said, “Easy Open” — I tend to disagree.
Either I am woefully incompetent or it just isn’t all that easy. After failing to pull the tab with my arthritic fingers or rip it open with my teeth, I resorted to more drastic measures — a jackhammer and lightsaber later, I got it. Continue reading
Some called me reckless, they said Jacob was too young to fish on the river. I could have heeded their warning…I’m grateful I didn’t. Continue reading
The Jeep rumbled out a warning. Maybe it was a sign—a plea to abort an ill fated mission before it got started. Continue reading
I want to resist, but it hounds me like a personal injury lawyer with an Amway franchise. Continue reading
Monday mornings would find Mom stationed at her Kenmore wringer washing machine. Continue reading