Oregon Pilgrim

Paul’s sister, Anne, Paul’s mom, and our best friends, the Smith-Jacksons, came to watch Elsa run at the state track …
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After being holed up in the house all day, I had to get out. I asked Paul if he wanted …
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The other day, Paul slipped me a yellow sticky note with a list of places to visit on The Trip …
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The other night, I watched the popular movie, Eat, Pray, Love. It was lovely to travel vicariously through Italy, India, …
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Almost anyone who has lived in or visited Central Oregon will make a stop at Smith Rock sometime in their …
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At the dinner table, over a big dish of Pastitsio, talk turned to the exploits of friends and cousins. Today …
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For the first time in over ten years, Malheur lived up to its name which is French for misfortune. Years …
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Since Dagne could first indicate her preferences, it’s been horses. She started neighing, nickering, and whinnying before she could talk. …
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All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn. All American writing comes from that. …
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It seems like most mothers just want a break from being a mother on Mother’s Day. I don’t think I’m …
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