We Staley’s are creative people. By we I mean the only other two Staley’s I know. And since this is the Daily Staley, they will undoubtedly be written of more and more. My brother David is an artist. And this is my Azure. She’s happy for hours with some paint or pencils or markers or [...]

Chapter Two – Dave’s Cowboy Hat —————————————- It is summer 1980, probably late June or early July. I sit at the door of our tepee fiddling with an old bone, some string and a few carefully chosen rocks, fashioning a crude weapon. I will be seven in a few months. My father is still alive [...]