These stories went from somewhere to somewhere else. And now released, they spin into the lives of those who brought them back and those who sat and listened.
A Memorial Party for My Brother Charlie
The Halo of Hindsight
We walked farther than the dogs needed to because I needed to keep going. In the illumination of a streetlight, I saw concentric circles in the knobby twigs.
Common Sense After My Brother Has Died
People believed we did not have common sense. We crawled through the chaparral over sharp rocks barefoot and in shorts. We stayed out exploring until we could not see where our fingernails ended and our fingers started. We asked too many questions and pushed ourselves in environments that were dangerous and mental realms that were... Continue Reading →
Barb Lachenbruch 