Tree’s Eye View

“That’s crazy!”
This was put succinctly by one of the three of us as we stared up at the pine tree with a combination of awe, temptation and raw, unmitigated, pounding fear in our chests, thumping like a bag full of jackrabbits. We were kids and as such, mostly immune to things such as common sense [...]

And Then There Were None.

Harry Patch has died.
He was born in 1898, trained as a plumber at age fifteen, was conscripted into the army of Great Britain in 1916 and was the last living combatant of the First World War. There are three other men still alive who served, but Harry was the last who actually fought. A [...]

Over There

“So, I hear that you just got back from Venice?”
Tony, the woman on the other end of the phone line corrected me with the sound of wistful emotion coloring her voice.
“No, Florence. I was in Florence, Italy actually.”
By the sigh that followed the word “actually,” I knew the answer to my next question before I [...]

Sixty Five Years Later

Utah, Omaha, Juno, Gold, and Sword.
It’s been quite a long time since I stood on the bluffs and cliffs overlooking these beaches. It was an experience that I shared with a large contingent of my extended family, including my Grandfather. Though he was not there during his service in The War, he is a battle [...]

Rock On

The house was hushed today during naptime except for the hum of a fan and the gentle music drifting out of the stereo speakers. Short Stack was tucked into our bed; his preferred napping spot. Downstairs, I toiled along on my computer desperately trying to get my brain to reconnect with the psychobabble that passes [...]