Mountain Magic

My father suffered a debilitating stroke eight years ago. It robbed him of intelligible speech; the ease of communication; his ability to drive, daily bike rides, and virtually every previous pleasure known to him. It left him dependent on others—a

Shamus and the Power of 10

I met Shamus on Sunday. His greeting caught me off guard.
“Kombucha—that’s good stuff!”

“It sure is.” I said somewhat awkwardly, post gulp, not sure where the conversation was headed.

He was wearing a black blazer, dirty and slightly disheveled …