My Grandpa Pilkerson, or Grand P as we call him, loves to tell tales about this family member or that. Tall tales. Unbelievable tales. All of us grandchildren loved them, and never believed them. Yet, we’d always hold out hope that just maybe, someday, it would be one of...
Dispirit
I’m dreaming, and in my dream someone pulls me away from someone else while saying: “don’t talk to him, he’s a Dispirit”. Dispirit? I awake to the dogs circling the bed doing their breakfast-time dance. Even though the clock says it’s only 5:12 a.m. their internal clocks say 6:12...