My daughter drops by the house whenever she wants. We could be in the middle of dinner or watching a television program. She comes in the door and says, “Hello, family.” Sometimes she lumbers through the house with a basket full of laundry. Laundry or no, she looks in the…
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That night, I found myself in the mountains outside of Laramie on a lonely little lake under Browns Peak. The dorm parking lot was already empty by the time I’d packed my backpack and fly rod and made it out to the car. Weekends at the University of Wyoming were…
One CommentSelling books takes a lot of guts. The author must get out in front of people. He or she has to be a shameless self-promoter. To do things right, they must believe in their work. None of these things come easily to me. I am full of doubt. I often…
Leave a CommentThe depression spring brings me also leads to greater things. A sense of melancholy strikes me. (Not sadness, but a contemplative pensiveness.) I seek the quiet and begin to put life into perspective. I stare into space, facing what my uncle calls “the gap between the material world and another…
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