At 50, and about 25 years into this accidental author thing (cheesehead farm boy with a nursing degree stumbles into typing), I lately find myself regularly revisiting–both in life and in…View post

That hopeful little moment where you think you might spell “soliloquy” correctly the first time.

NOTE: Logging is deadly dangerous and has even taken a life in our extended family. The note below is intended to have fun at the expense of one specific writer,…View post

The reader preceding me marked this book with delicately penciled check marks and x’s. I am not so subtle.

I’d been in here for three days. It was due in the morning. Your browser does not support the video tag