Portland 400

Portland 400 miles. I’m on the road, and over halfway there. The wide, straight freeway has changed into a crooked mountain pass, as sunny inland pastures have given way to snow-dusted pine woods. Maybe it’s the change in terrain that does it, or maybe just the thought of the distance I’ve traveled, but the musicContinue reading “Portland 400”

Separation

There was one night recently when,¬†knowing full well that our time together would once again be cut short by other obligations, Brian and I found it difficult to fall asleep. I told him the following bed-time story. He liked it, so I have reproduced it (with only a little extra embellishment) below. It’s a fiveContinue reading “Separation”