He's a nice guy. I see him at the YMCA all the time. He's told me his name several times. I'm supposed to know it, but I have a terrible memory. I can't remember his name a
Annie asked me to deliver a cookbook and a cupcake tin to a friend in town."Sure," I said. (Marriage is a partnership. I like to be helpful.)Annie brought me two suitcase-size bags.
I read your book," brother Mike said."About time," I said. "You messed up some stuff.""Like what?"
I woke with a start. The bedside clock glowed 4:07 a.m.. There was somebody in the room. I could feel it. I leapt from my bed. A half-drunk Viking lay sprawled in my reading chair, mumbling in a Norwegian accent."What the...!" I struck a threatening karat
It's been 36 days since I started my diet. You may not have noticed, but I've lost some weight. Yesterday I put on a pair of jeans I last wore 17 years ago. I went straight to the mirror."Looking good," I said.Annie was in the kitchen baking cherry-walnut
I have a habit. According to me it's a good habit, not a bad one. I do a lot of my writing in Walla Walla's numerous coffee shops. I tend to float around, enjoying a change of scenery every now and again. I'm an equal-opportunity coffee drinker.
It's that time of year again -- time to take stock, list my few remaining shortcomings, and resolve to do better.
It's been seven years since Annie and I moved to Walla Walla to become farmers. We soon found out I wasn't much of a farmer.
Valentine's Day is just around the corner. It always reminds me of Amy Barnhart -- my first love.
‘Sorry I'm late.” John looked like he was going to blow a gasket. He harrumphed around my office, shaking his fist in the air, rolling his eyes.'Had to drive around the #$&#% block three #$&#% times before I found a #$&#% parking space! They gotta do some