I just read a pretty fascinating and disturbing article in the New Yorker about water torture techniques used by American soldiers in the Philippines–following the war against the Spanish in 1902 or so–during the fight against rebel forces. It more … Continue reading
My home was a scene of chaos earlier, more so than usual. Chaos that can only come from the introduction of more children into one setting. My brother and his family stopped through town on their way to Salem to … Continue reading
This, I admit, should have been my first post. An explanation of who I am and what I am writing about. But, for whatever reason, I didn’t want to begin that way. Perhaps it’s my contrarian values. For whatever reason, … Continue reading
I took horseback riding lessons when I was four. It was taught by a woman on her farm outside of Ontario (Oregon, not Canada, where I grew up). She had identical twin daughters around my age, a little older perhaps. … Continue reading