Isla del Sol-Bolivia

Isla del Sol-Bolivia

Bright reflections bounced off of the water. I lay on the bow of the small launch as we gradually moved across the inland ocean of Lake Titicaca. The water stretched to the horizon which was topped by large glaciated peaks floating above clouds. We were heading to the Isle of the Sun, a barren brown mound […]

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Clear Cold Water

Clear Cold Water

The temperature was hot – a Midwest summer.  I had spent the morning riding with my father in his pickup truck, checking irrigation ditches and the growing crops. We stopped at the pump house where clear water gushed from the great aquifer that lay beneath the panhandle of Nebraska. An old tin cup hung from […]

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Men of Labor-Nebraska

Men of Labor-Nebraska

I climbed into the back of the canopy covered pickup with the contracted workers, heading to town after payday. This was the weekly trip that my father made with the men who worked in our fields. I was eight years old and quickly jumped into the back with them.  They spoke no English. All of […]

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Childhood Days

Childhood Days

My fishing hole was down a dirt bank lined with prairie grass. The wood post marked my secret entrance down the clay cliff. An old barb wire fence ran from one edge of the creek to the other, the sagging wire nearly touching the water. The creek banked right, creating  a deep pool that seemed […]

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Being A Dad

Being A Dad

We had our routine that started when she was just a toddler. I would leave her at her grandmother’s house. I would kiss and hug her goodbye knowing it would be several days before I could see her again. She would pull the large curtains away and stand in the front window, her small hands […]

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