This morning waking to the first of what’s supposed to be storming rain, Emma crying for someone to […]
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Ever felt relaxed to the point where you’re worrying about nothing, not thinking about anything that imparts or […]
And on this 93rd day, an unusual one to be sure, I sit to coffee in the nook, […]
The next day I wake with thoughts of a house, like Dad’s friend Bryan, or “Uncle Bryan” as […]