Kelly Louise Allen

As much as we love snow, we’ll be ready for trailside blooms. Wandering daisies will stay with us through the fall.

Halfway into my first cup of coffee, laughter draws me to the window. It’s winter and the last storm left several feet of snow before it blew off to wreak … Continue reading Interlude

Roxy, a 30-pound beagle-bull with a butter addiction, likes to tree bears. She imitates them. Stamping her front paws in the dirt and huffing until they disappear into the overhead … Continue reading Timber

There are two reasons why I stood in a puddle like a well-trained spouse with ice water rushing over the tops of my boots to soak my feet. One – … Continue reading Puddle Pirate

“Hey, Cookie Jar, git yurself back here.” I sigh and turn around. The pavement is cracked and dusty and the temperature has soared into the upper reaches of heat stroke. … Continue reading Occupant Vs Resident

  It’s dark, it’s winter in Kodiak and I’ve just changed my tire when a burly figure emerges from the gloom. “The watch captain said to ride with you.” He … Continue reading Squelch it Bubba

  Deep predawn colors of ink and cobalt are streaked with yellow and magenta as I work my way down the narrow aisle of a Boeing 737 as it levels … Continue reading Apples & Oranges

“Oooh,” moans Brat, clutching her chest and doubling over. “Oooh, oooh, oooh.” Brows raised, Beamer and I look at each other and then turn to stare at Brat. We’re in the middle … Continue reading Twisted Intentions

  I eye the cocktail costume and shake my head. “Not my size.” I know the women in wardrobe and I’ve baked them cookies in exchange for the longest skirt … Continue reading Toga Party