Back before the pandemic I was having a bad day. Felt I was failing as a husband. Had a daughter in distress far from home and calling for comfort. Another daughter on the edge of change. I needed sunlight. I stepped outside into a beautiful summer afternoon. First thing I saw was an indigo bunting,…View post
In a brief ceremony held under cold rain, the loyal hen Goldie, recently removed from the chest freezer where she lay wrapped in a feed bag since her death in winter, was buried per daughter’s request beneath a flowering plum tree overlooking the valley. Last of our first flock.
A father’s everlasting gift. Excerpted from Coop. Or Coop. I do these now and then. To be notified when a new one goes up, please subscribe here. The entire “ReWriting” series available here. Prefer your podcasts via iTunes? Go here.
Lotsa book tour miles in the next three months, so I recorded this about driverless cars, teaching our daughter to drive a stick shift, and why chicken tractors are more my speed. This piece is also in “Roughneck Grace.” I do these now and then. To be notified when a new one goes up, please subscribe…View post