There is not one day that goes by she doesn't slip through my mind. Quiet. Soft. I hear her voice. Her laugh. Some days her presence is gentle. A reminder. "I'm here." A brush against the arm or cheek. Other days, she is heavy and warm, like a blanket around my shoulders. A hug that … Continue reading Classic Girl
Mi Familia
Welcome, little man
I intended to post every day leading up to the kick-off of the new NFL season, but a little thing like food poisoning got in the way. I'd always thought there were few things in this world to make me want to take my own life, but I discovered Saturday evening that a lovely bout … Continue reading Welcome, little man
Inspiration in a packet
While shopping around my collection of short stories, exercising my patience, and basically finding a normal groove to life after graduate school, I've found little inspiration in my writing. I toyed with two ideas, one being a book about a father and son based on one of the characters repeated throughout my collection. The second … Continue reading Inspiration in a packet
The love of farm or country fill his heart
The farm. That's what we refer to the place of our childhood where we lost ourselves in cow pastures, fished in creeks, catapulted into the Kansas sky on a tire swing. The farm. Always said with a sigh of nostalgia. The Graber's farm. My Uncle John and Aunt Becka owned the farm in Kingman, KS. Their … Continue reading The love of farm or country fill his heart
Daughters be good to your fathers
I realize I am a day late for a Father's Day post, but I believe every day should be Father's Day. And Mother's Day. I would not be the person I am today without these two incredible people. I consider myself more than lucky, more than blessed, and my goal each day is to speak … Continue reading Daughters be good to your fathers
Birthdays, babies, and monsoon season
The gutters are again gushing with rain overflow. These recent downpours remind me of visiting my Auntie Blanche and Uncle Otis in Arizona as a child. It seems we always scheduled our vacation during their monsoon season. The storms were fast-moving and torrential. In between the onslaught of rain we would play miniature golf, soak in … Continue reading Birthdays, babies, and monsoon season
My little brother
Today is my little brother's 40th birthday, which means he's not so little anymore. But to me, he'll always be my little brother. Forty years ago, we were on my Uncle John's farm in Kingman, fishing at the creek. My parents were relaxing in lawn chairs, watching us kids fish and annoy one another. Uncle … Continue reading My little brother
Mermaid of the Plains 