The Postscript
by Carrie Classon I sliced my hand open last week. My husband, Peter, says I am accident prone and I tell him this is not true. But this past Thursday while trying to scrape some particularly stubborn avocado off my...
Read Moreby Carrie Classon I sliced my hand open last week. My husband, Peter, says I am accident prone and I tell him this is not true. But this past Thursday while trying to scrape some particularly stubborn avocado off my...
Read Moreby Slim Randles “Well,” said Steve, polishing off the last of his coffee, “what should we...
Read MoreBy Bob Garver “Miss Bala” found a modicum of success this past weekend purely because it was a...
Read Moreby Pastor Steve Ellison By all accounts, Eli was a kindly old man. He was a judge and the...
Read MoreEvery kid needs a mentor to teach shooting, hunting, fishing, safely driving a car, telling the...
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