“We didn’t realize we were making memories. We just knew we were having fun.” from Not Without My Father by Andra Watkins. In the photo L-R: Alice Guess, Andra Watkins, Roy Watkins I gaze into my squinty eyes almost two years after Mom snapped this photo, and I’m glad IContinue Reading
You can’t recover memories of a missing event. That’s a fallacy. – Betty Hill Do buildings record memory? I stared down Miss Ethel’s side porch at Hope Farm, the path leading to shelter. Three battered nights. Forty-five miles of walking. I couldn’t ratchet pulverized legs onto a bench, though I wishedContinue Reading
Ochoco Reach, author Jim Stewart’s debut novel, is worth your reading investment. I’m not providing a ringing endorsement because Jim is my friend. I’m not typing it because he asked me to. (He didn’t.) I’m not recommending it because it’s a thriller set in places I love to visit: the Pacific Northwest and coastal Mexico.
Ochoco Reach will fan its pages in your face. Continue Reading