The Weekend…Or, Fumbling Through Fatherhood
This pretty much sums up weekends these days. I’m the goose trailing, trying to deal with an overpowering urge to …
This pretty much sums up weekends these days. I’m the goose trailing, trying to deal with an overpowering urge to …
A time for reflection, a time for rejoicing. What inspiration! You might think I was sitting by the river contemplating …
Poetic interlude. A pause for the cause after the exertion of yesterday’s post. A brief surge of male potency, and …
Like the old rural churches I wrote about in my last post, I also love the look of these abandoned …
Sunday Morning. The Lord’s Day, or so the old saying goes. Though some celebrate it on Saturday instead. I love …
It was the middle of summer and we were celebrating our Grand Festival of Life. Everyone from the town and …
Athletes call it the zone. It’s when you can do no wrong, when the instrument you are playing becomes an …
‘Having no direction is better than having someone else’s.’ –Xenon Reade The road is everywhere. It long ago became one …
I want to share with you something Xenon shared with me some three or four years ago now. He and …
A change of tack for you longtime reader. I had thought of throwing in a link to a favorite jazz …