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...
by markwestwriter | Nov 3, 2020 | Blog, Camino Blog, Uncategorized
FIRST IMPRESSIONS- Autism, Karl Rove, and the Lesbian Governor Changing first impressions is hard. It’s even harder when that impression is tied to something one has a strong emotional reaction to- Barack Obama is black and wasn’t born here, Ann Richards is a...
by markwestwriter | Apr 26, 2018 | Hope, Love
Three years ago, I didn’t have any. My life in California had fallen apart and I found myself in France at the foot of the Pyrenees on a wet-gray morning with a 35 pound pack on my back and the foolish idea that if I walked across Spain I might be able to come to...
