Aug 26, 2019Wind Fury, Writing FuryIt’s August. The land thirsts. Leaves of the willow, yellowing. No air moving. But at five in the evening the wind marches our way. Not...
Aug 19, 2019Yes, Thank You!I love the mysterious, little stones that strangers and children leave on benches, mailboxes, porches. Words like Love, Believe, Courage,...