Coming Home Never Felt So Good!
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About once a month I’m obligated to shop at a mainstream grocer, usually Safeway because it is only 5 blocks from my Bend house and has …
Returning from my walk with the dogs on Pilot Butte I was unable to get home on 8th street because there was an incident involving 5 …
I’ve been pondering a prank to use for April Fools Day tomorrow. I would email all my author clients and tell them I’m going to close …
Three days at the ranch, then back to Bend. Back to work. A different kind of work than what we did at the ranch, busting our …
My true home lies far away from society. A log cabin nestled in the woods surrounded by peace and quiet. For 17 years the Yamsi valley …
When did spring arrive, where was I? Cloistered in my office, imprisoned by debt. Surrounded by computers, telephone, nubbed ceiling, instead of sky. When did spring …
Enthralled with stories, it matters little whether I am telling a story out loud, writing a novel, poem, or letter, crafting a diary entry, or daydreaming …