They ate breakfast and then threw the Frisbee around for a half-hour. About noon, Jim left Honey and Lily at the campsite and walked off through the campground with rod in hand and his pockets stuffed with a fly box, clippers, and a few of the other small tools he would need.
He walked along a [...]
Some of the Words are Theirs
January 14, 2005
diamonds from the deepest ocean
January 7, 2005
Yes you can go outside, I said.
And he was gone. Out the door. He tore down the hill in the backyard, slipped through the bushes and was out of sight into the Paulson’s yard. The trees along the property line were being thrashed by the wind. When I’d stepped out earlier, the wind drowned out [...]
fiction friday: Slowly the Spring Emerges from Winter
December 17, 2004
On the second Friday in March I watch the basketball team finish its season with a hard-fought loss. After the buzzer all the kids gather on the floor, anxiously shouting about where they will go next and who is driving.
I slip by them and out the door, to my truck, drive out of town toward [...]
for-crying-out-loud fridays
December 17, 2004
i started thinking about fridays. some blogs have cat-blogging on fridays. others have science fridays. because i don’t generally come near the computer on the weekend, and thus don’t blog, i thought it seemed appropriate to have some sort of theme for a final post of the week.
while it already seemed like i might be [...]