Rusty Ring

When my brother and I were four and five, we were obsessed with the Dr. Suess poem What Was I Scared Of? , better known to adherents as ...

One of the best pieces of advice I ever got came from my dad. I was in high school, and on the horns of some dilemma. For some reason,...

Once, when I was in Grade 2, my teacher had all of us save our milk carton from lunch. Afterward we folded it into a flower pot, filled i...

This Christmas I'm remembering a December 41 years ago, when the one-two punch of an OPEC oil embargo and a dry summer in my hydro...

I'm currently writing three books, any one of which is likely to show up on this blog from time to time. For the benefit of readers ...

Night filled me with dread. That the world turned black, leaving windows like sheets of obsidian against which my little brother'...

My nephew fishes in the lake I grew up on (The following is adapted from Growing Up Home , a manuscript of tales from my youth.) ...