My grandfather stood on my backyard deck overlooking the treetops and the valley below. With his hands cupped to his mouth and head tilted back, he let out a screech, "Cheeeeeeewv."... Continue Reading →
My Grandfather’s Hawk
Rain
It had been raining hard at our campsite for the past 24 hours at Paul B. Johnson State Park in South Mississippi. My son Andrew and I had taken the trailer... Continue Reading →