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Zebra Canyon, Wild Horse Canyon, and a Short Story
There are many slot canyons scattered across the state of Utah. These photographs are from two. One is called Zebra canyon, and it is located just outside of Escalante. This one is absolutely… Read More →
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Keeping Bright the Flames — A Short Story
It had been a very trying winter, and little gave her as much joy as did the arrival of that particular spring. She smiled to herself and hummed as she swept clean the… Read More →
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10 Reasons Why Fishing Might Be the Greatest Thing Ever
1.) Fishing is one of the more peaceful ways to reduce stress. You also get to kill something, which is an even more effective way to reduce stress. 2.) If you can see… Read More →
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Unexpected Blogging Break
Hi everyone, The end of the school year is a hectic time for teachers (as many of you know), and I fear I have neglected the blog for some time now. I am… Read More →
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Notes from a Stillborn Story
I finally had some time today to write, but I did not know what to write. In the back of an old notebook, I found notes to a short story idea. For a… Read More →
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The Rabble in the Rubble — A Short Story About Life and Death
He walked out onto the street and cringed to hear their empty clamor and he cursed to himself as he clutched his collar closed to stave off the chill. As he descended the… Read More →
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‘Gone Fishing’— And a List of Promises
Summer is here, which means that I will not be. There will be times that I will have an internet connection, but most of the time I won’t. So, My activity on WordPress… Read More →
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Slot Canyons in Escalante and a Short Story About Love and Consequence
In a previous post about the Grand Tetons, I touch on some of my feelings surrounding national parks. I have always been conflicted about visiting these areas, because for me, the presence of… Read More →
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The Lights that Don’t Come Back — A Short Story
The child was wrapped in dirty cloth. He watched his hands move before him as if they were not his own. His father held him close, rocking slowly, whistling a calm breeze over… Read More →
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In the Sunset –A Poem
She found him in the sunset After all was said and done. After all the roughness in the land Had been smoothed out by his gun. She found him in the sunset, After… Read More →
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