STORIESBlake Edwards2020-03-07T14:52:00-08:00
On a rare visit home to rural East Texas, I remember my grandparents and my childhood.
What’s your tickle medicine?

The Long Way Home
When my grandfather told me stories of his time in the Army during WWII, they weren’t military stories but stories of hitchhiking, of love, and of home.

I Must Be Dreaming
I have had a number of strange dreams over the years, as well as strange experiences. Can you separate dream from reality? Caution: may need Dramamine.
One sunny day I left my office in the University District of Seattle and walked down University Way, known as “The Ave” to locals, for a typical walk down to the post office.
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