Because the thought occurred now and it might be gone tomorrow
My very early memories of Dad mowing the lawn were of the reel mower variety. At the time, this was San Diego and a small rental property. After the move to Lubbock, however, the reel mower very quickly was replaced with what we now know as the “standard” gasoline-powered rotary mower. I understand the size …
Last summer, we constructed a strawberry garden out of old wooden boxes. It worked, but it was quaint, and Liz wanted a real strawberry garden. And I like strawberries and gardens, and I was itching to finally use that saw that’s been sitting in a box in my garage since we bought the house, so …
“I smell gas.” It was a frank observation from the neighbor when she brought her dog over for a run. The dog, Duke, a basset mix, had taken a liking to Poppy–now the girl next door in a midwestern suburban community–a canine Rockwellian romance. But there was indeed a gas leak. I had caught whiffs …
Being American presents an odd dichotomy. On one side of the coin we’re American, but on the other we’re descendants of another culture. The latter is almost inevitable to most, considering the relative youth of the American nation itself. I’m all about hotdogs and burgers and the 4th of July, but damn do I enjoy …
Dawn broke. With a deep breath, I analyzed the the thick morning air. I sampled its nuances, sensing the fear. Wildlife everywhere trembled in anticipation of the hunt to come. I rose, eager for the stalk. I’d like to say that’s how the day began, but I’ve never been a morning person. When I was …