Monthly Archives: May 2017

You’ve been here for ages, Your rages and seduction shared in pages of time. Rains falling with vengeance, Increasing the strains on your banks Along with the pains of change. Your dark churning water races, Removing traces of life, love, … Continue reading →

This was written for my Close to Home column that appears in the local weekly, The Prospect-News,  in Doniphan, MO. We might be doing it all wrong, being so serious and grown up, fragmenting our lives into family time, work … Continue reading →

The persimmons have spoken in agreement with the Farmers’ Almanac and meteorologists who are watching El Nino. Snow is coming eventually, but we all know how fickle Mother Nature can be. Sometimes she waits until spring is knocking at the … Continue reading →

  With pen in hand I’m on the brink, But for some strange reason My mind’s gears won’t clink. Today’s motivation can find no link To words in the air as my heart starts to sink. No words are coming: … Continue reading →

This was written for my Close to Home column in our town’s  local weekly paper, The Prospect-News, in October, 2016. “Laughter is the sun that drives winter away from the human face.” Victor Hugo Few of us would debate the … Continue reading →

That time of year is once again here. It strikes strange chords of insanity and fear. What makes us mad And what makes us sad? Thinking will for sure pull up a tear. First and foremost we consider our weight. … Continue reading →

Fake fur used to be all the rage, as long as one knew it was faux and didn’t pay the ‘real’ fur price for it. Undoubtedly critters applauded from their dens and woodlands – happy for the fashionistas and vice-versa. … Continue reading →

Astonishingly, the river world looked normal as they crawled out at daylight. After the symphony of the storm the night before, heavy on the percussion with a startling light show, it was eerily quiet, as if the fog blanketing the … Continue reading →

Incredibly, Mother Nature did not unleash her wrath for another two hours. With recent flash flood accounts in a neighboring state forefront in their minds, all camp preparations were modified. Canoe secured out of the river. Tent placed far up … Continue reading →

Lesson # 2 – Nothing dries hanging on a clothesline on a riverbank. Nancy still had a drenched wardrobe as she and Tarzan broke camp on the second morning. They were astonished to realize the creek across from their gravel … Continue reading →