Chronicles of Mingo
Mingo — Guilt, Grief, and The End
This will be a short post. I’ve put it off for six weeks, because I couldn’t bear to write it. But it’s not getting any easier, so I might as well do it and get it over with. As most of you already know, Mingo’s gone. I let him out into the yard in the … Read more
I, Generator
We moved up to Boulder Creek in 1992. Both of us, my husband Bob and I, had lived all over the Santa Cruz Mountains for years. So we knew what we were getting in to and were able to reassure our anxious real estate agent that, yes, we knew about bad roads, extended commute times, … Read more
