Blood was dripping from somewhere near my left eye. I was seven years old and lying face up on the kitchen table of our farm
Month: June 2012
The Runt Became A Bicycle
I could argue, unfairly of course, that my friend Mike was responsible for me sending a runt pig to market so I could get a
The Ferry & The Fire Truck
Matthew was almost five and very tired that evening as they crossed the lake on the ferry heading home. Slumped between his grandparents, he clutched
The Broken Bone That Bought A Home: A Love Story
Not many broken bones get credit for buying a house. But that’s just what happened. It all began with a brand new relationship. Jamie and
