On days when I am feeling down I think of when I was a kid and my potential career choices changed daily I once wanted to be a forest ranger though confusing one with the Lone Ranger I was disappointed to learn that not many…

The Forest Ranger glanced skyward as a bird caught his eye. It flew up past the clouds in a periwinkle sky. It landed atop a skyscraper of a tree. And then it spread out and started beating its wings.

sweet corn in the summer I never liked it much thought it was too hot on warm night the canned stuff too wet and bland but the cobs too hard to eat as a kid but years later I understand family sitting around the table…