Stories from the journey of fatherhood & brotherhood
Once a week the family followed the Poudre River 40 miles into town. Three sisters sat in the backseat as they wound down the canyon road already rutting itself into their lives. Eyes full of wonder as they took in a town life decades ahead of their treasured world of rustic cabins, fishing stories, and summer vacationers. Because of these weekly drives, my mother began playing the piano.
She was a self-described "sickly mountain girl with asthma." The phrase was a family joke,...