It was a mess an hour ago down at the campground. Kids yelling, huge RVs, garbage spilling out of the trash cans. Mother said, “You’d think these people would know better. They’re supposed to love nature if they’re in the… Continue Reading
Lily Rose Jones slowed to a stop on the shoulder of Highway 5, sixty miles out of Los Angeles heading North toward San Francisco. A florist by trade, automatically she noted spots of color on the hills surrounding her. Although… Continue Reading
The woman limped in on two canes, sat down, sighed, and folded in on herself. We all gave her the once-over, some of us surreptitious, others not. The woman had high cheekbones in a square face. Around her mouth she… Continue Reading