A Third-Person Autobiographical Disaterrific Account of My Life With Grief

Was she happy? Goddamn straight she was.

Her sister was the example by which she didn’t set her life

She liked horses, and her sister was dragged along

How did she get from there to here?

Fire Heals All Wounds

When the wildfire leaps the dry river and sears through the east side of town no one will be bothered. … More

It’s a beautiful day outside. The sky is that particular shade of blue only ever found in a Wyoming … More

Yesterday was a good day at work. I had projects to fill my time, and good friends/coworkers to talk and … More

Picture: My mother, Peggi, at her first chemo treatment. I could not do much with my broken leg. My mother … More

My sister’s death was a complete surprise. She was supposed to go grocery shopping for me and my mother that … More

It’s been even longer than the last post. I had a couple of posts up promoting my books, but I … More