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February 16, 2015 “Come for coffee and toast.” Irene 2:16 And verily I dideth come to my neighbor’s house, past shoveling out from snow and her dog did lick me and play tug-of-war with me and sniff my socked feet. … Continue reading →

February 13, 2015 I have an explosive history. Literally. When I was five or six, a Fourth of July in Sidney, Nebraska, my mom’s brother, Dee took a length of narrow steel pipe and stuffed it with gunpowder and some … Continue reading →

February 12, 2015 Two days ago, I emerged from the Rio Vista woods and hiked westbound along the Mississippi—and stopped. A glider plane was headed east, over the trees—or so it seemed, me looking into the sun. It was a … Continue reading →

February 10, 2015 Yesterday dawn the eagles took showers in swirling mist. Yesterday dawn I walked through the brown woods, my face beaded with mist and even the stillness was wet. Three pairs of cardinals settled in my yard and … Continue reading →

February 7, 2015 “There are three black bears,” the Missouri conservation officer said, pointing to the south along the Missouri River. “We don’t advertise it—you know how people can get. But they’re out there in the wetland.” “There is a … Continue reading →

February 4, 2015 She had her fifteen minutes of fame when the St. Louis Post Dispatch wrote a cover story about her in November. I remember reading the story and wishing I could help. There are so many stories, so … Continue reading →

February 2, 2015 So I’m sound asleep this morning, 4 am, and I hear a slight noise and start to stir when my forehead explodes. Thinking I’m under attack, I pull my handgun out of my shorts and start firing. … Continue reading →

January 30, 2015 I hadn’t seen Farmer Orville and the Quilt Queen for a week. And since the day was sunny and windless and mild, it seemed like a good time to visit. I walked up the driveway and Reba … Continue reading →

January 24, 2015 I saw the white sedan approaching at a rapid rate of speed. I was going 45, the speed limit, westbound toward Genehouse, the setting sun directly in my face. The driver made as if to ram my … Continue reading →

January 20, 2015 There are days in one’s life where, psychologically, time seems to creep like viscous mud. And then there are days of serendipity, where what was supposed to happen suddenly felt meaningless, and what couldn’t have been anticipated … Continue reading →