Some men see colors and grow crops at the foot of rainbows They paint sunsets balancing on terraces singing of cloudless climes Some men make…
Some men see colors and grow crops at the foot of rainbows They paint sunsets balancing on terraces singing of cloudless climes Some men make…
You might slip away solitary one day as the sun sinks low at eventide or drift away one April morning as a burst of green…
I’m outside the automated door, arms filled to the brims, time nipping at my heels. Mary June sees me as she often does, rides up…
If the events of the world today are leaving you jaded and dismal, then I invite you to read the following tribute to small town…
Give me your gossamer threaded dreams to string together like memory beads and we might walk freely as passengers on vacation renouncing boredom for adventures…
Today’s quote is rather pithy, mainly because I like saying the word, “pithy”. At first, I was a little leery of quoting Mr. Carradine due…
So my sixteen-year-old asked me, “How old were you when you first began to feel old?” This coming from him gave me pause…. “Somewhere after…
Every now and then something happens to reaffirm our faith in humanity and reminds us that not everything is bad nor does it have to…