My father’s face brightened as the yellow whaler pulled up to the dock with my 14 year-old nephew at the helm. “That…was… ...
My father’s face brightened as the yellow whaler pulled up to the dock with my 14 year-old nephew at the helm. “That…was… ...
A few words on my first work of fiction, “Those We Love Most.”
It all started with my nephew at a family dinner. We were grilling him about a kid his age, someone we vaguely knew. “He’s an OK guy,” offered Collin, ...
The local berry farm closed a few years ago. That was a sad day for me. The farmer’s kids didn’t have the desire to keep ...
Several thousand of us thundered to our feet for the national anthem at a recent college graduation. Predictably, these types of events are choked with the ...