December is one of my top ten favorite months. I love the holidays and the family traditions, the gatherings and the games. Continue reading
I learned another new word! Such an event is usually accompanied with a sense of contented accomplishment. This time, my increased vocabulary served only to temper the painful experience that accompanied the occasion. Continue reading
The Big Lost River above Mackay is a little-known secret among fisherman . . . oops. It doesn’t get the traffic of the South Fork of the Snake, the Boise or Henry’s Fork. Continue reading
I didn’t know who was calling, because I didn’t look to see, but I answered my phone.
“Hello.”
“Who’s this?” a disagreeable voice demanded.
“You called me,” I said.
The caller persisted. “Who’re you? Where’s Cassie?”
“I’m sorry, I believe you have the wrong number,” I replied, and wondered why I should be the sorry one. Continue reading
If you could go back in time three years and give yourself a piece of advice, what would it be?”
The family, ranging in age from one to ninety, had gathered for holiday games. Those of us in the middle, the fifty-somethings, were stumped. Yes, we had lived through cancer, the loss of loved ones, and a couple of toothbrushes each. But what counsel a few years ago would have made our lives better today?
A few years ago, my son was an unattached college student. Today he is a graduate, a husband, and a daddy. He could’ve spent a week writing advice to his past self, knowing what he knows today.
My pencil turned cartwheels between my fingers. Continue reading
