“Ruffled feathers and endless squawking over a minor difficulty is typical of a crow’s life. I lean back on the counter and realize that could be my line….”
The fire is raging behind Lakeport, 5:00 pm, taken from our boat, showered in ash. They say good writing is about telling the truth, sometimes I feel it’s more like stretching the truth, not that verity needs more space, but like perfume, a little goes a long way. “Trade what you’ve been taught for what’s […]
My apologies! I accidentally hit the publish button without knowing! Most of you enjoyed reading an early version of the first draft! New bloggers mistake… “Day is done, gone the sun, from the lake, from the hills, from the sky. All is well, safely rest, God is nigh…” I remember singing that song many a night, […]
Living in the Gap 