By Trudy Wischemann While in Dunsmuir two weeks ago, I overheard something wise from an acquaintance, who’d been told “You can drag the past around with you like a dead horse, but you can’t bring [...]
By Trudy Wischemann It wasn’t easy leaving Dunsmuir, but it was time. The crisis in my brother’s life had downgraded to a tropical storm and my own life was calling me back. Respectful of the [...]
By Trudy Wischemann I’ve been away from home for a week, visiting my brother in Dunsmuir, Calif., population 1,600. My memories of this place are few, mostly as a stopover between Washington and [...]