The summer I turned 13, my father took me steelhead fishing on the Klickitat River in Washington. By then I figure he had put in hundreds of hours, patiently teaching me to fish for those noble creatures. On this particular…
This was a business trip with Cal, my business partner. Honest. We talked about luring new clients, wading through paperwork, reeling from the shock of Covid-19. We tied up loose ends. We cast about for new ideas. We analyzed our…
With a wary eye on Rosie. Wood Nymph butterfly. Spotted Towhee, in from the red-eye flight. Bear tracks. Pine White butterfly. Rosie in her happy place. Okay, me too. Sunset at Halfmoon Bay. Fireweed. Blacktail deer. Smiles all 'round. Until…
