When my grandpa Averill bought property on Wolf Lake in the Irish Hills of Michigan in the early 40s, he picked the choice lot for himself, and then parceled out smaller lots along the lake edge in a little barony he named “Averill’s Basswood Terrace”. (My grandpa liked to see…
We were sitting in the sun room doing our homeschool and we heard a thump behind the wall. No clue. We looked in the pantry,…
He’s waving goodbye before I climb up the ladder and stuff him into the roof vent his mom tore open to make a nest in…
This is what Jeff came home to, today. I didn’t know about it until I discvered it this afternoon — Tyler had put up the letters, and…
This is how I staked out my territory in the mfa studio before I left. My only real disadvantage is that there’s “pull up a…