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October by Robert Frost, 1874-1963 O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,...

I participated in another round of Color/Colour Lovers in February along with Andrea Jenkins, Xanthe Berkeley, and a whole bunch of other...

Being a military kid isn't always the easiest thing to be. As has been discussed here ad nauseum over the years, it's hard for obvious...

Two years ago I wrote about coincidences; because Alabama was on my mind then, I was thinking about my big Alabama coincidence. But I...

Last weekend we hosted the Karahalis family and spent a good 50% of our time with them outdoors in the sunshine, surrounded by freshly...

Recovering (sort of) from yesterday's too-busy-of-a-month meltdown. If memory serves, December 16 was the meltdown day in that month, so...

A few weeks before Matt's birthday I heard a concert roundup on one of the two radio stations I listen to in the car (The Colorado Sound)...

Happy Mother's Day!

Ten years of Bee.

Because it is May, I had to race from a meeting on the south side of town over to Michael's on the north side of town at 8 pm because...

Every year Cheyenne puts on an elementary school track program for 4th-6th graders; they divide up the 28 elementary schools in town and...

While I'm on the subject of News of the World, here's another bit that I had to stop and reread so as to think about it fully: Maybe life...

tiny little flower shoots outdoor photo sessions dinner outside on the porch the smell of grills in the circle Ghost In the Graveyard...

One year ago today I sent the girls off to school, took Ellie on a quick walk, and headed for the open road on the other side of the...

Timehop reminded me this morning that it was five years ago today that Bridget finally spotted the pink Jeep in Cheyenne. In the five...

As with many good stories from our time in Alabama, this particular one starts at Capitol Book & News (which closed last year after the...