​I won. I think my mother gave up  because she was tired of the routine, dragging a truculent, dusty twelve-year-old  to a piano lesson....

Another Tuscarora Tale I wrote this piece in Tuscarora on Memorial Day 2013.         Lilac bushes withstand winters here, but not every...

Over the loudspeaker, “Christmas party radiology conference room at noon.” We chipped in for cold cuts, brought goodies-- deviled eggs,...

Sobrina mia, this  woman, the activity director, she’s a crazy lady. Last Christmas she gave guns to the old men and baby dolls to the...

A few night’s ago, I watched a re-run of  Titanic.   The scene where Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio steam up a roadster did nothing...

From 1942-1947 Dad managed a small cattle outfit in the western foothills of the Ruby Mountains near Lee, Nevada. It was his first job as...

In the fall of 1956, my friend Karen Toothman and I met Ernest Hemingway at the bar of the Stockman’s Hotel in Elko, Nevada.  My friend’s...

January 4, 2024.  A few days ago I slightly revised a piece I wrote over twenty years ago. My mother died in 2013. Much more has changed,...