Winter House: Chapter 8

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.

Winter House: Chapter 4

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. […]

Railroad Ed

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 […]

Hautian Heroes: Running the Relay

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. […]

An Every Year Resolution

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. […]