Stories

 

Don’t Play with Fire!

The day we lost the barn I was five years old. So was David. We both attended Mrs. Benford’s afternoon kindergarten. My mother was a nurse at Dr. Gulick’s office in town, three miles away. So, mornings my mother needed a sitter. She paid David’s mother, Mrs. Draper,...

A Day Trip With A Stop in Lecrín

At the end of this story you will find some photographs of a few places in the Valley of Lecrín. I have also borrowed a graphic representation of the Valley of Lecrín created for Turismo Valle de Lecrin, an association of local business people about whom I know...