Monthly archives: November 2015
Johnson was all hands.
They flew about, they opened, they closed, they pointed, they shook. They were orchestrating mortality during lunch on a riverboat plying soft waterways.
"There was the alligator," he said, eyes locked on mine, "watching. Those green eyes of his, h[...]
This fall I joined the in-transition tribe of aging American parents commonly known as empty nesters.
My fraternal twin sons went off in college, a two-hour plane ride away—not exactly the distance of an arctic expedition, but far enough away to ensure that our home will be much quieter, wi[...]