Dear Wyoming,
It’s with the best intentions I write to you. Less of a good-bye letter, more of a thank-you-from-the-bottom-of-my-heart note. We’ve had our ups and downs, you and I. Like summer days with blue skies that stretched to the tips of
Unavoidable
written for our friends Grief. I try to get around this uninvited, unplanned for, unwanted guest. Press the fast forward button, hurtle over the discomfort quickly, pain pain go away. But I can’t. It’s unavoidable, around every corner, the low
Off We Go, Into the Wild Blue…
I love riding my bike on a sunny day. I go about a hundred yards from our garage to the county road, fat bike tires spitting gravel, Â my legs warming up to the exercise ahead. At the end of our
More Novocaine PLEASE, root canal part 1
During the third week of quarantine, my tooth started aching in the spot I’d had a root canal about six or seven years ago. Every moment that went by it got worse. A throbbing in my jaw that went into
Do You Smell What I Smell?
It was late dusk when I was driving home. Regi and I had closed up our retail shop for the night in the busy town of Jackson Hole, and as we’d driven separately that day, I looked forward to the
It Started With a Crack, root canal part 2
By the time I showed up to the endodontist’s office the next day, the entire left side of my face ached like I’d had a fight with a baseball bat. Relief. I needed it soon, I needed it to last.
The Good News
My phone swooshed around 5 am today–I tried to pull myself out of bed because I felt good and rested. I chose not to check the text and forced myself back to sleep. Then, in the middle of a weird
