Jump. Run. Walk. Ball. Throw. Catch. Milk. Baby… Mother.
The front porch of our little, off-white stucco house in Medora, N.D., was a magical place to be on hot, muggy summer evenings.
From Pink Floyd to the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, there have been a lot of colors along the way.
I submitted “Extra! Extra!” (see earlier post on this blog) to Country Extra magazine, which was soliciting personal, small-town stories featuring acts of kindness. The magazine’s editors shortened the piece considerably and printed it […]
To Calgary and back, and my signature Olympic moment came in Circle, Mont.