Hard to Beat a Sunny Day

It’s hard to beat a sunny day there at the river’s edge. Like the day we run upstream with inner tubes, scrambling over rocks and logs as the dog chases and barks. It’s all easy then – this living. Terrific, people say when they come and see the mountain and water, the sand and small…

A Day Writing

9:05 AM – Sit down  to write.   Open new Word document.  Look at blank page.  Go  check email.   Check  blog.    Check Facebook. 10:05 AM –  Realize  hour has passed.   Close Facebook.  Return to blank   document.  Write for several minutes about not writing.  Decide to check blog stats.   Go like  stuff on…

The Wolf

I have never seen a wolf.   Not in the wild.  My dad did, once.  Up north, as they say, in the Boundary Waters.   We kids were all asleep in the tent when he woke to cook trout caught the night before. And to smoke cigarettes.   Just him and the rocks and an early morning mist. …