Flannel: Short Story Part 4 of 4

She began putting her gear into the pack with careful precision. Every ounce counted. Her toothbrush was missing most of … More

Remembering The Dead

A song trips up a memory of someone who is no longer here. He was a friend, maybe not a … More

I answered the phone and could tell something horrible had happened. My mom had a steady voice, calm, and monotone … More

This post follows just three days after we had the professionals pour the concrete slab. We had a busy weekend … More

Have you ever found yourself in the turn lane and suddenly realize that the tide of traffic is taking you … More

The nicest thing about last week’s progress is that most of it was done by hired professionals. Last Wednesday we … More