Finding Clear Water

I immediately noticed the grass, which was almost completely dead. The lush green lawn with the rainbow of pansies that surrounded the home that Grandma once owned were replaced with  a sea of yellow despondency. The shingles on the roof … Read More »

The plan was for me to meet my cousin Mark at the DMV in Butte the following Monday morning. I had agreed to give him Dad’s old Pontiac Firebird, and had to sign the title over to him.  On the way … Read More »

When my dad died almost three months ago, I told myself two things: One, that I wasn’t going back to Montana due to another death in the family and two, that I wasn’t going to get involved, because my father … Read More »

I have a confession to make. I don’t have my shit together- not in the slightest. You might be thinking, well who does, really? No one entirely, but I thought I was at minimum, verging on the precipice. I had just written … Read More »