Why I write about the man in cowboy boots
My dad was a feed store man in the Great Valley of California. He was a country boy from the South Dakota plains, and I don’t think he ever spent a day without his feet in cowboy boots.
healing
Things my dad used to say
When we were little, my dad made up a song about our breakfast cereal to get us to eat it. “We like Crispy Critters / And we know Crispy Critters like us / We like Crispy Critters / And we eat them without any fuss.” (It always worked.)
Share your story in the circle of love
At a time like this, when our Sonoma/Napa/Mendocino communities have been devastated by fires, it’s hard to know what to think, do, or feel. My house was spared, but so many others weren’t. People lost homes, animals, and family members, and we all lost wildlife and wildlands.