A few weeks before his death, a very dear friend of mine talked to himself.
Big Sky Montana is looking ahead.
It seems the scariest events happen closest to home.
It is said, what consumes your mind controls your life.
Burning wood wound through the wind this morning, riding on the chill of the early prairie dew.
When seriousness comes on too strong, life has a way of reminding to lighten up.
Over the weekend I was reminded —
Going undercover has its merits.
In the middle of the night it hit.
One 1982 summer while adrift on the Catalina Flyer, seasickness struck.
Songs are a holiday.
The truth is in the trees, it seems.
My love for books is as perennial as the grass.
It seems hearing voices has a purpose for some.
Our sky is full of dust from the exotic.
When my heart is broken, I remove the reminders — the pictures, the songs, the smells, the letters — they gotta go.
My dad, the late Bob Kaiser, was my very first dance teacher.
Mr. and Mrs. Aycock of Enfield saved my life on Thursday.
For many years, “Diversions” was a part of The Daily Herald.
Bacon grease is a delicacy in certain parts.
“A thick cloud of tar and coal smoke seized the throat, and we were deafened by the din of metal screaming beneath the hammer.”
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