The Gravy Canoe of Wild Wyoming – 1
In the Wyoming wilds of tumbling grief, out beyond the city of no fame or purpose, just broken lives in...
In the Wyoming wilds of tumbling grief, out beyond the city of no fame or purpose, just broken lives in...
Maggie the waitress cowered in the shadows of a Red Lobster in Lincoln, Nebraska, and watched Truman Humboldt from a...
The Unexpected Meeting When things had quieted down and most of the other stormtroopers were settling into the barracks for...
Polly the cat sits in a spaghetti strainer. I don't know what it is, but lately I feel like a...
It was an autumnal Sunday full of color, her favorite being the peachy orange as it stood out as the...
As Wilford Brimley would say, I have DIE A BEE TUSS. And when you have DIE A BEE TUSS, you...
It was a warm morning in late July when I woke up alone on the wrong side of the world....