Prairie had barely taken him a few yards into the woods when she stopped and became agitated. Looking over the forest floor, Henry expected to see a snake or other animal, but he found none. Briefly, he thought he smelled death again. The horse’s nervous demeanor held his attention though, and to avoid risk of being bucked off, he dismounted. He led Prairie forward until he found a small clearing.
In this next installment of winter house, we find a family of immigrants, whose patriarch only wants what is best for their future. But in order to secure that dream, he will have to make a choice.
The next chapter of my serial novel takes a turn, discovering unforeseen origins, for better or for worse. August 13th, 1812 As assigned by General Harrison, I have taken command of Fort Harrison along the Wabash River. My accomplishments at Tippecanoe have warranted my promotion. I shall see to it that I serve well. […]
Unless you live in Terre Haute, if you were to drive down 7th street you would not be impressed. You might look out your car window and think, “Some of these houses were beautiful at one point.” And you would be right. Like many older cities that relied heavily on industry, think small towns in […]
I met Rachel Romas…well, I can’t exactly remember when. Five, six years ago? Maybe longer. Time tends to get wibbly-wobbly when you get close to people. It was at a Relay event in Greencastle, I know that much. I distinctly recall my Dad telling me how impressed with Rachel he was because she worked tirelessly. […]
There is one thing I’ve really emphasized for myself in the last one to two years. Well, more so in the last six months. I have intentionally pressed myself to be more accepting of life in general. I don’t mean settling, and I certainly don’t mean giving in to things that otherwise might cause conflict. […]
My latest post for National Road Magazine about the place I currently call home. In May of 1999 there was only one thing on my mind: getting as far away from Greencastle as possible. To an eighteen year old, it can be a pretty boring place to live. I remember how claustrophobic I felt, how anxious I […]