Ants Like Cattle at a Trough

It’s been a dry spring. The grass as crunchy as corn flakes without milk. The last rain I can barely remember now. The ants seem to appreciate the saucer of water I left out back for the birds on the picnic…

Personal Musings

Even Squirrels Relax

I hereby name this squirrel ‘The Dude.’

Memoir Nonfiction

Flying death monster from above

Beautiful day. Sunny. The year is 1999, the season: spring. The sky is blue with a gentle breeze just outside my window. I’m driving 55 MPH, entering town. Phenix: A Nice Place to Live. I start to reduce the speed…