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,...
“First thing, kill all the kittens!”
If only la Genara were still alive.
Holiday Letter 2023
Excavation at Pearl’s Hotel
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...