Lyfting Me Up

Onward and upward…

writing

  • Normandy/Omaha Beach

    It was June 6, 1994 and I was sitting in my parent’s living room talking with my Dad. It was the 50th anniversary of the Allied assault on the continent of Europe where Hitler and his Nazi fascist minions were bent on world conquest. By 1943 things were pretty bleak and nothing less than an… Continue reading

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  • The Ocean

    I was nine years old the first time I met the Ocean. My dad, who was born in Bellingham, Washington, and lived there for the first 12 years of his life,  was like a salmon who had to return to his birth waters as often as he could. We packed up the family and drove… Continue reading

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