Small silver fingers of morning light creep over the ridge across from my front porch. Morning comes on slowly in our little valley.
Read MoreI am an English teacher. And, like most English teachers, I love to read. Poetry. Prose. Comics.
Read MoreMy wife and I are in the midst of one of life’s transitions, downsizing from the big house the kids grew up in to a smaller house that better suits our needs.
Read MoreThis morning I woke up, got out of bed, skipped dragging a comb across my head (sorry John Lennon), and started my morning chores, my daily routine. My every day routine.
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