I grew up with the headwaters of a major river in my backyard. I spent countless hours in and around that water, playing, exploring,...

Random snippets from a writer in quarantine

We, who still pick up pen and paper, know somewhere within us that this ‘old school’ way of writing is worth holding onto

Today, I traveled nearly a mile into the earth. The Henderson molybdenum mine, only about twenty miles from where I grew up, offered a...