Chapter 4 What kind of tree is that? Was not a question I asked my parents very often as a small child, but as I started to tinker and put things together, I did become more and more interested in what kind of tree gave me the wood I was working. We had a scrap … Continue reading What Kind of Tree is That? →

Chapter 5   Parents Our lives have a beginning, a middle and an end; we come from our parents and we will end up, one way or another, in the ground. We may be frozen in a capsule to be restored in the far future but eventually, eventually, we all end up back in the … Continue reading Parents →

Chapter 3 Can of Worms When it rained in Northern Minnesota summers it really rained! Usually the rains came every night and by morning the sky would be blue, and the greenness of the world was almost overwhelming- even the few people who didn’t tend their lawns had lush verdant swaths of emerald albeit somewhat … Continue reading Can of Worms →

Chapter 2 Flora I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree… A good friend of mine, Lee, once declared that that was one terrible bit of poetry, and I suppose he was right but I had never thought of it that way because in my heart I have always … Continue reading Flora →

At fifty-six years of age I have a little girl named Diana, so, hello, I'm Diana's dad! I've been writing for the past ten years and have finished a novel, the Summer Trip and have two novels in the works, The Birch Lane Chronicles and Celestial Navigation. I began to write about Diana as soon … Continue reading Who am I? →

Well... Here we go!! I know, Baby, you dig it the most!— Vincent Vega. Chapter 1 Fauna I can no longer remember the dream, but I know there was water in it; running water, cool and fast but not deep or really all that dangerous unless you got careless. I’m sure the dream had water … Continue reading My First Blog Post, Fauna →