I awoke to the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. My dad opened my door, gave his signature three knocks, and told me to get ready. It was my first day bowhunting. We departed at about 4:30 a.m. and drove to a spot near Divide, Colorado. I remember sitting in the truck, shaking from nervousness. I had never been in the woods in the dark before, which terrified me. At
Not long ago, my friend and his wife were showing pictures of their renovated basement to his 90-year-old father and 78-year-old mother. The mother looked at two plants in the picture and asked my friend what they were. He said, “They’re marijuana plants, Mom.” The parents were mortified. The mother told my friend she was deeply disappointed and asked him what in the world he was thinking. She said the
I was raised in a cult. . . the Catholic Church. Okay, so technically it’s not considered a cult. At least not today. But, back in Roman times, it was. And it certainly acts like a cult. Once a year they make you put a carbon cross on your forehead so you look like a homeless person. They hand out vials of magic water to chase away invisible evil spirits.
Click to see: Summary of Preceding Chapters 29 I was dreaming of Marita when the phone rang. Could it be her? She had said she’d call as soon as she could. But the images I’d been conjuring up faded when the caller identified himself as Sergeant Ames from the Palo Alto Police Department. Police? “Mr. Middleton?” he said, sounding professional. “We’d like you to come down to the station.” I
Week 1: Chapters 1, and 2 (pages 2-19—18 pages)(Dec 7th, 2015) –Exiting a plane, Diana Buchanan asks Wade Middleton’s help with a heavy saddle. He throws his back out. Guilt overcomes her conservatism; she drives him home. The next morning his friend Jorge Calderon comes seeking help at work. –When Diana asks Wade about his interest in poetry he reads her a poem about horses. She’s not free to date,