Rhubarb

My grandma always cooked rhubarb and served it as a sauce…sort of like applesauce. There was always a covered dish… Read More

The Mad Rush

Isn’t it always the way? You dink around in the weeks leading up to a trip, sometimes actively trying to… Read More

Remember these? Everyone had them on their porches and in front of their trailers. What treasures they are. We never… Read More

I moved to Glenwood Springs in 1986. At that time, there were two stop lights and if it took five… Read More

I close my eyes and see her. Fresh faced, a light dusting of freckles from the summer sun splashing across… Read More

The thermometer at the bank read 102° as I pulled into Delta. The sharp glare of the late July sun… Read More

I drove to Ridgway yesterday to visit my good friends Linda and Jim. I met Linda on FB two years… Read More

Hotter than blue blazes yesterday so Little and I escaped to the high country. Redstone, Colorado is an old mining… Read More

Pancakes for breakfast. Walmart for the fishing license and bait. We went fishing yesterday and Little “almost caught a fish”.… Read More

Little says the deepest things. We were driving up to the mountains yesterday. As she was calculating how much longer… Read More