I’m sleeping downstairs on the saggy couch with the dog again. I wake up each morning with a wrenching pain in my back. But I’m all right with it. At least I no longer stink. For a while it appeared … Continue reading →
My father was part of that generation of men who expressed their affection toward their loved ones not through words but chiefly through practical acts of provision. And so his first response upon learning that he had just become … Continue reading →
Harold Eppley: Author of multiple books including the comedic novel
"Ash Wednesday" Characters and places on this
website are the product of Harold Eppley’s imagination.
Any resemblance to actual people or places is entirely coincidental.