I copied one of my run-of-the-mill text threads into this blog to give you an idea of how my tenants and I communicate. Why be boring when you can be an asshole? 😉
I walk into my son’s house. I give a low volume yodel and from the kitchen beyond comes an expressive welcome from my wife. “I love you!” she calls, “Come and get me and we’ll go snuggle! We’ve had such a great life together, haven’t we?”
I was outside on the south porch, looking for the baby rattlesnake my wife Bev had seen there last night.
I’m thrilled to announce that my latest book, ‘Follow Your Dog,’ is now available!
The journey ended too soon on that spring day on the Ocracoke Ferry.
My friend Vince taught me a lot about wine, and a lot about life.
Sunshine, rain, and everything in between. Spring is on its way.
It may not be fall, but this story captures the buzz of activity that animates each season here in northern California.
My poem “Nature’s Child,” which I wrote for my daughter Lyndsay after the birth of her daughter Dezla.
A dangerous moment, a devoted coyote.