
The Sweet Smell of Summer
This essay was the first thing I'd ever had published besides a review of a dinner theater show for my local paper. The Sweet Smell of Summer tells the story of my family and the process of putting up corn for the winter. This gathering and preserving of food was my mom's hobby. She loved canning, making jelly, or freezing food for later meals. I do the same with memories. Mix them up into a story, then put it away for later. Here's one I can pull out for you. Enjoy. #summ #s

Summer winding down
Can you believe it's the end of July? Soon school will be in session, and fall will be on its way. Back home, school didn't start until after the State Fair. Most kids had projects or animals or both showing in the 4H booths and barns. Which made going to the fair one of the last bursts of summer. At least for me. I loved everything about our fair. First, it was in Boise which to me, seemed like a huge city. I remember being so excited as we walked toward the ticket gates. T

Summer days...
Oh, those summer days… Kid Rock has a song called All Summer Long that reminds me of my first summer out on my own. It was after my first year of college and I hadn’t met my first husband yet. The guy I was dating and I went down to the river to meet friends and talk. There may have been a few alcoholic beverages involved and an illegal campfire. It was a glorious day and one that has stuck in my memory. It wasn’t because the guy was so wonderful, we broke up soon after this