Every campfire has a story. Some are funny. Some are bittersweet. Some still defy explanation. Pour yourself a cup of coffee and stay a while.
Pull up a chair…
The coffee’s hot, the campfire’s crackling, and there’s always room for one more.
This wasn’t recorded for a website. It was simply an ordinary conversation with my daughter while I warmed myself beside a miniature fireplace she had given me after moving back to Michigan. At the time, our little cabin had no heat and this gift helped keep us warm.
Sometimes the most ordinary moments become the ones we treasure most.
Kathleen Lynn 