Granddaughter Soph is getting big fast! She sat up by herself tonight! She’s already having battles with Aunt JJ over Apple Devices.
She loves sitting upright so I dug out Jenna’s old booster… 18 more words
It was 1974, and I was living in a small mill town north of Spokane. If you ever found yourself in the mountains on the few days of year when the grey skies dissipated, you could peer right over into the Canadian border, although most of my neighbors preferred to stay unaware of the outside world. 1,664 more words
The Siren Song
HELLO. I write to you from the dampest corner of Lafitte’s, 941 Rue Bourbon. I find myself in my ninety-ninth year, and feel as though it is time for me to pen my memoirs, as I am uncertain if I will be able to make it through another oppressive summer. 2,286 more words