The house is quiet this morning. My youngest daughter went back to college yesterday. She's engaged to her high school sweetheart and plans to wed in the Spring, so in all likelihood she'll never live with us again ( Read more... )

When my dad was in the ICU after his first stomach surgery, alert, but on the feeding tube and the ventilator, tied to all those hoses and the beep-beep-beeping machines, we stood around his bed, held his hands, and wondered what he was thinking ( Read more... )

Whoa! I just heard the chickens squawking and looked out the window in time to see a coyote chasing one of my little bantam hens down the driveway. I let the dog out as fast as I could and he chased the poor little mangy coyote all the way to the neighbors timber. The chicken survived, but that was a close one. If I know coyotes (and I do)  I'd say ( Read more... )

 I think of myself as a writer, though I've never been published ( Read more... )

Funny that I should start this journal on Father's Day. The one thing I've wanted to write about more than any other, is my father. Yet a year and a half after his death, I still cannot find the right words. I'm afraid I won't be able to do his memory justice ( Read more... )