There’s a huge, magnificent oak tree in our pasture that was little more than a sapling when our Idaho farmhouse was built in 1905. When
Tag: Retirement
No Job for Cowards, Retirement, Learning to Be
Here’s something I wrote last July before I retreated from retirement, getting back on the tractor, so to speak. Some of you will have no
Going Up: My Next Elevator
I truly tried to retire, but frankly, I still have more to accomplish…
Like Nothing You Ever Imagined: My Atlanta Endnotes
And finally, because earlier posts didn’t lend themselves to this content, here is an Atlanta wrap-up. Overall, despite the loooong road out, I give this
Just Past the Two Apple Trees, More Unanswered Questions
I was starting to think flatlanders aren’t supposed to find it: the Atlanta cemetery, the final resting place of Dutch Em, that is. Don’t get
Dear Sean of the South,
So I have to admit blogging is not only hard work but also discouraging. Writing your heart out day in and day out is a
Teri Murrison, Writer 