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The history lesson of my life begins with typewriters. The kind with keys you pushed down about an inch and only had one font. Then electric typewriters came along with more sensitive keys that you barely touched. The keys on … Continue reading
My mom said his name was Seth, but we always called him Mr. Moustache. We liked to peek at him when he walked down the sidewalk each morning and evening. That stache was as big as a rat! It curled … Continue reading
We could hear him – a woodpecker – each time he stopped in the neighbor’s back yard to peck at their wooden play structure. Janelle would jump up from where she was playing and run to the yard. She would … Continue reading
Airtight. Airtight. Her mind raced. Airtight. She didn’t know why, but she was sure the container needed to be airtight. She raced to the kitchen, pawed through plastic bags, aluminum foil, old mayonnaise jars. Finally she grabbed a plastic bag … Continue reading
I can never water my trees enough. It’s the desert where I live. I’ve killed many trees because I didn’t water them enough. So when my peach tree started looking peaked I asked the tree doctor what was wrong with … Continue reading
When ever there is a big golf tournament on TV, I think about my dad. I’m a golf brat. My dad was a golf pro, he played par golf all his life. He would love seeing the younger guys play. … Continue reading
She was tough, my granny. She survived two husbands, ran her own small business by herself, cooked for her sons and their wives and children on Sundays, went to church every week and spent time with me. She was my … Continue reading
Large cities are simply cobbled together small towns. People stay in their own neighborhoods most of the time. They go to the same walking path, the same grocery store, the same drug store week after week. People begin to recognize … Continue reading
Wild mustard, dandelion, lots of things I don’t recognize. They taunt me. They wave their heads in the sunshine and laugh at me. No matter how many I pull, there are always more of them. Each drop of scarce rain … Continue reading