Tending the Fringes

Today is my fortieth birthday. Apparently, this is something of a benchmark. I’m fortunate to have a couple undisturbed hours to craft a fortieth birthday gift for myself. This is a small slice of life that’s rattled in the back of my head for awhile now. Like the narrator, […]

A Whole Lot of Something

      Hour two of my four hour drive home from central Washington, and I find myself thinking the same thought millions before me have and millions after will repeat to themselves – “There’s a whole lot of nothin’ out here.”         I’m glad to […]

The Pretender and the You

Mornings I stand at the window, watching you, waiting for you to go. I stand until my feet grow tired, and I wonder sometimes what takes you so long to pull away. How things have changed. Not long ago, I ran to catch you before you walked out […]

The Stony Voice Within

        My first “published” story was written during the second grade. The story was titled The Brick Monster, and my teacher thought it worthy of submission to the state young authors competition. Weeks later, I found myself in a stark room – a classroom for grown […]