Meet my daughter. Paige. Sometimes we whisper Rampage. It’s often fitting. She’s on the edge of Lake Tahoe, Striking her signature pose, Ready to drain its immensity at a glance. She’s loving and sweet, Especially toward her brother. But she’s also tough as tumbleweed. She likes earrings and bruises, dresses and scrapes. Man, I hopeContinue reading “Strike a Pose”