I’m listening to the kids giggle till they’re hiccuping, as they play with their granddaddy. The simplest things bring the greatest laughter — and it doesn’t even involve potty humor. It’s a nice break, and joyous to my ears to sense the intimate and innate love they have for their grandparents. But at the same…
Read MoreMonth: August 2004
Exploring the roots
I’m back to my roots — the towering trees that darken the windy roads through lush farmland, the musty manure smell of local mushroom farms — everything is familiar, but it’s not home. I’m not sure where I feel home. Anymore, our actual home feels like a cage, a large, old and dusty box that…
Read MoreLazy lazy day
It’s another lazy Sunday. The day seems to drag its feet, never being officially full or complete; but mostly just loosely strung together — or maybe it’s that I feel that way. I’ve read many blogs lately dealing with the upcoming election. The candidates platforms, rebuttals, tag lines and pleas. I’ve heard pundits chatter away…
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