On Being Simply True

When I was fifteen, my sister taught me to play guitar. I've always said my instrument is my voice, but I needed some accompaniment...

A star has quietly blinked out in the heavens. A surging river has reached the end of its tumultuous journey and transitioned in...

Corgi and Basset Hound? I see a bit of German Shepherd in there, too. But those ears! If you haven't yet read Part One and Two...

If you haven't yet read Part One, you can find it by scrolling down past this post or clicking on the title or April 30 in the left...

Once upon a time, Sgt. Thomas Tibbs looked like this. So this happened: Not long after I moved in August—to this place with clean...

Missouri has lost a true treasure of a native son, and I have lost another piece of my heart. Bob Fiedler passed away on March 18th. ...

Yesterday the crows brought a dead rat into the back yard, dropped it on a planter, then spent the day snacking on it. I didn't begrudg...