I grew up living downstream (James River) from the Virginia state prison, aka the State Farm. This fact was known to create some excitement from time to time. I came home from school one day to find our yard full of state troopers and German shepherds. It seemed a convict had escaped, as they were […]
As a child I adored Uncle Brooks. He moved to the farm before I was born and lived in a small house with no running water, right next to his woodshop, which was roughly twice the size of the house. I loved to visit because he would make blocks for me out of walnut scraps. […]
One of my childhood friends who loved horses grew up to start a riding academy. It was a successful venture for her until tragedy did what tragedy sometimes does: one of the students died after falling off her horse during a lesson. I was already in Alaska by then, and my mother wrote me about […]