My sister found a nice piece of denim to patch a hole in these oh-so-old-but-oh-so-soft jeans and I was delighted. I know jeans filled with holes are all the rage these days – news flash: that was trendy decades ago, too, kids – but I didn’t like how the hole in these well-worn jeans kept getting bigger as time passed.
At first, I wondered if I had lost my mind. Not long after I entered Towne West mall one recent evening, I began to smell hot, buttered popcorn. Mind you, the theater on the far end of the mall had been closed for ages, thanks to the pandemic and then a business decision by the owner.
We’ve made a lot of progress on the audiobook of "Fallen Trees," and I thought you would enjoy a snippet from our recording. I can’t wait for it to be available to all of you who love to listen to stories!
It’s been more than 30 years now, but every April 26 my mind turns to the massive tornado that struck Haysville, Wichita and Andover, killing 17 people – 13 of them in Andover. I reflect on those who died, the loved ones they left behind, and how that one storm led to such dramatic changes.
…work has resumed on the audiobook of Fallen Trees, and we’re excited about it. Recording actually started three years ago (three YEARS???), but was delayed first by a complete renovation of Shocker Studios, where we’re doing the book, and then by pandemic-driven shutdowns.
Well, it’s not really a new blog – more a new home for my existing blog. “Scribbles From a Scribe” has been percolating (on low heat, to be fair) for a few years elsewhere on the web, but I didn’t post on there terribly often.