Where the Wild Things Grow

That hike I mentioned? It was a path along the Metolius River. That’s Native American for White Fish. There were waterfalls White-water rapids Towering Pines A fisherman Plenty of hungry rainbow trout I mentioned the white-water rapids, didn’t I? And the trout? Look, see ’em! Aren’t they something? There were some gal-pals, of course By [Read More…]

Living The End

I’m all about endings. You might say as a writer, I live for The End. I do that as a woman of faith, too — Live for the End. But I don’t live for The End in any negative sense. I’m not one of those pie-in-the-sky gals. If I want pie, I have me some, though [Read More…]

Bootleg Hair

As it turns out, Delilah may have been onto something when she demanded the servant shave Samson’s hair clean off. And Chris Rock should have listened when that gal told him: Don’ t nobody want any nappy hair no more. What they want is Remy hair from India.  That’s the best kind of hair for [Read More…]