A Splash of Mountain Shasta Dew

This story comes tumbling, barreling, and rolling down a hill, outside somewhere by Trinity Lake, circa the summer of 1981, on a brand-new Huffy bike. “Look dad, no hands!” Proudly bolstering from the exhilarated 8-year-old brazen, Darren (aka Muscles). A glorious vacation had been designed, orchestrated, and every detail pined over by my husband’s father.Continue reading “A Splash of Mountain Shasta Dew”

Silver Bullet a La Mode!

We have already established, I have a keen awareness to curses and the cursed, the damned and the unrested. So, let’s begin with the caution tape already surrounding this scene of the crime; we call every year upon Halloween time. Watch where you step! There’re people down there; “sleeping”, let’s hope. Do not disturb, takeContinue reading “Silver Bullet a La Mode!”