I met Maggie 40 years ago this September. (That’s right—Forty freakin’ years ago!) We were both attending Central Washington University (then CWSC) in Ellensburg, and both doing our classroom “Early Field Experience” in Selah, a small community about 35 miles south of...
With four kids, we always needed a big car. We had station wagons in 1957, 1963, and 1971. We often took off for the weekend, towing a camp trailer loaded to the hilt with fishing gear and sleeping bags, and with a 14-foot boat perched on the top of the car. In our...
With Independence Day looming on the horizon, I’ve decided to fully exercise my freedom of political opinion today… No apologies to anyone. A couple weeks ago I took my annual “Serenity Retreat” to Hailey, Idaho. My trip, planned months in advance, happened to land me...
I’ve been a part of several writers’ groups over the past three decades. One of them I started myself when I retired from teaching back in 2006. But as my writing has evolved and morphed and taken me in unexpected and wonderful directions, my needs in writing groups...
“You’ve written 900 blogs?” asked an incredulous Anna Marie. “You got something wrong with your hearing?” I replied. “Yes, as I just told you, I’ve written a whopping 900 of these little buggers. I’ve been posting as regular as prune juice in a nursing home since...
