The dock came out to meet us

The dock came out to meet us

I wrote this in September 2011, and I wanted to convey in the simplest way that things change…while not really changing at all. Our family has had camps on a remote Adirondack lake for about 100 years, and they are only accessible by boat. The lake never...
I love you without words

I love you without words

This was written in April of 2012. It’s hard to watch our beloved parents age…   Two weeks ago my dad opened the door to his Jeep, hopped up onto the rocker panel, and tried to heave a ladder up over his head and onto to the roof rack. Midway through...
A river always flows downstream

A river always flows downstream

I wrote this story in 2007, about a five-day canoe trip my dad and I made down the Raquette River in the Adirondack Mountains of New York in 1986.   I passed Dad on the trail—he walking west, me walking east. I served him a wink. “Better pick up the pace there,...

Found this nice little comment on Amazon over the weekend for the Exploding Cat book on Amazon. Made me smile.               The second book is out, too....