Snowflakes falling through sunlight. Puts me at age five, reading in the farmhouse, pausing to watch dust motes cross a sunbeam.

To my children they are aunts and uncles, cousins and neighbors, family. Overlooking my desk, a framed slip of paper carried by my grandfather on Iwo Jima. Thank you, and…View post

No anniversary, no particular trigger for this other than coming across his name while I read and wrote in peace. A post from the day I learned of his death. This…View post

If you’re within range of one of these stations tonight (Saturday, November 10th) we hope you’ll join Mike as he hosts another edition of Tent Show Radio from Big Top…View post

Back home. Writing in the room over the garage. Had some company.