Some lady gave me the middle finger this morning, so I wrote about it.
AS I WAITED FOR MY GARAGE DOOR TO OPEN yesterday afternoon, I was met by Eli, who was fixing to leave on his bike with his basketball. He's been enjoying that we live close to basketball courts, but it's been too cold to play outside. He has discovered that sometimes, his school is open after … Continue reading Natural consequences
This past Thursday, I drove 2 1/2 hours north into Central PA, to an old, small, red brick church in the country. The occasion was the funeral service and burial of my Great Aunt May, and the venue was the church where I was raised, located within view of the farm where I grew up. … Continue reading The tug of history