I go this week.
We go.
And we do not go alone.
Continue readingI looked it up: a large round galvanized stock tank weighs about 175 pounds, empty.
So very odd then, I thought, to see just such a steel tank suspended 25 feet aloft and crumpled like foil against the trunk of a maple tree in the farmhouse yard.
Continue readingOdd, isn’t it? When you’re 6 or 8 it feels like liberation to no longer have a Designated Nap Time (DNT) as part of the daily routine. When you’re 68, you come to see the DNT as one of life’s most profound little blessings.
Continue readingOn the day after Ash Wednesday, a certain 97-year-old of my close acquaintance emerged hale and hearty from her latest adventure.
Continue readingJesus, did you ever eat a snickerdoodle? Or how about a molasses cookie? Any cookie at all?
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