For your reading pleasure, here is my latest bartering experience with a Bernese Mountain Dog. On our morning walk in the woods, I discover the big Berner has a freshly decapitated deer’s head. I don’t know where he found the head. It could be a coyote or cougar kill; it may have been from a bow hunter. I don’t care. These woods are full of deer carcasses. Drought. Bluetongue (EHD). Death. The deer population has …
I may have told this Bloomsday story before, but I’m old and I think I’ve earned the right to repeat myself. As a graphic designer, I created advertising for Bloomsday, a local 12k race known around the world (not an exaggeration). For twenty-five years I provided advertising and marketing materials for the annual race, held in Spokane on the first Sunday in May. At this writing, the 49th running of Bloomsday is in a couple …
A Halloween story
Our yearly trip was, as usual, full of adventure, misadventure, and lessons learned.
This is a short story about The Sift, a timeless place somewhere between Heaven and Hell.
It’s finally warming up around here. Time to think about showing some skin!
She was always the storyteller. She could make them up on command. Anytime. Anywhere. I remember one summer afternoon in 1968, we were waiting in the car while Mom was in the grocery store. It was warm and the windows were down, letting in a cool south Seattle breeze. “See that man right there?” she asked me. “The sweaty one with the blue shirt and the frown?” “Yeah,” I said. “He just came to the …
It’s been sixteen days since we were taken hostage. This is my secret note to the outside world. Hopefully someone will read it and spread the word of our plight. Though I have little hope for ourselves at this point, it may help others who find themselves in similar straits. Our captor is sleeping at the moment, and I have to be very careful as I’m typing not to make excessive noise, lest he wake …
This is a very short story I wrote several years back. It seems appropriate to haul it out every time – in the words of a certain congress critter – “some people do something”.
Our friends looked at us in shock when we told them of our sleeping arrangements. Previously, the only decision regarding sleeping arrangements in our house had to do with who spoons who. That was until we started letting the dogs sleep on the bed with us. After that, there was no spooning. In fact there was no room for any utensils. Frankly, I do miss the forking. We’re accustomed to strange looks when people learn …
