Pressed between the
pages of a dusty photo album is a picture of me at about twenty years old -- wearing
an unsightly black eye and a band-aid. A few days earlier, I had tumbled off my
water skis, and the tip of the ski clobbered my cheekbone. In my vain youth, I
worried about a scar, so I went to a doctor who sewed a few stitches and later
sanded it down. If the ski had hit an inch or so higher, well, I’d rather
not think about that.
Parting is such sweet sorrow
A mushroom comes to life 🌙🌟🌙🌟🌙 The warm autumn sun pulled me to the porch on a Sunday afternoon, to sit with the lizards and ladybug...
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A fter traveling down some back roads and winding through the hills of Virginia, we began climbing a mountain, leaning into one hairpin tur... -
I found an old bucket in the woods and planted a mum in it. Over the years, the roots of this plant have been buried under snow, froz... -
W hen the service ended, I walked through the church doors and down the front steps, and there stood Samuel (not his real name), waiti...