Beware the Slippery Slope

She grabbed her raincoat and took a chainsaw out of the back of the truck. This wasn’t the first time this happened and it probably wouldn’t be the last either. That didn’t mean she was looking forward to what she was about to do. She knew today probably wasn’t the day to be driving down that hill, but there was still the work from the day before to finish, and that meant driving down the steep incline. There hadn’t been anything she could do. She’d gotten the brakes checked the week before, but no matter how much she’d stomped on that pedal those tires wouldn’t stop. … More Beware the Slippery Slope

For Every Season

Mid-August when it was still muggy and hot, hotter than anyway wanted it to be, even for the last weeks before school began, she woke up to a voicemail on her phone. It’d been left in the wee hours of the morning, well before her alarm had gone off, and she didn’t have to listen to it to know what had been said. … More For Every Season

Happy Fourth of July

A sweltering, sticky heat means its summer in the Midwest. As far back as I can remember my dad’s family travels out to the family farm for the Fourth. Although currently spread out across four states, our family comes together in the middle of the week to partake in bonfires, weenie roasts (as my grandmother calls them), s’mores and fireworks. The last several years, Mother Nature has tried to rain on our parade, quite literally, resulting in Roman Candles being shot off the porch, and sparklers waving from the front steps. … More Happy Fourth of July