by markwestwriter | Nov 2, 2025 | Blog
Back to the Scene of the Crime.Back where it all began. Nine Years Ago. Well, not where it all began, but where it started to end. Back to the scene of the trip, the fall, the getting up again—repeat ad nauseam, ad infinitum. If Sisyphus had one leg and a drinking...
by markwestwriter | Jun 16, 2024 | Blog, Grace
My Dad didn’t talk much about his youth, but I know he was born in Yakima, Washington, and later moved to San Bernardino, California, with my Grandma Edith. I never had a grandfather on his side of the family, but my grandma had a couple of suitors whom my mom...
by markwestwriter | May 12, 2024 | Blog, Uncategorized
It was about two years ago. It happened somewhat unexpectedly. They found Mom lying face down in the hallway of her Carson City, Nevada, home, probably trying to get to her bed to lie down. I say somewhat unexpectedly because she hadn’t been sick; still, she was a few...
