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We’re listening to Lisa Bastoni on a chilly October morning. The dogs, in the next room, may or may not be creating mischief. We’re on the honor system here, and there is no honor among doggos. I’m flopped on the … Continue reading
“If you’re ever lost, take a right.” — the prophet steven rowley “Coffee’s ready,” he says. “It’s Folgers.” It’s a little after 7 a.m. and I’m sitting in the waiting room of a Honda dealership in a little West Texas … Continue reading
When you find what matters is what you feel It arrives and it disappears. — the prophet farrar
It’s a day to go to Roger Allen’s pottery studio for the first time since he moved on. To walk among his tools in the silence of the still room in back. To gaze at the StarKeepers up front and … Continue reading
It’s 4 in the morning. Or maybe 5. I’m not sure what time zone I’m in. Did we spring forward? I think my spring may be broken. I’ve been driving for six or seven hours, which in dog years doesn’t … Continue reading
I found your letter in my mailbox today You were just checkin’ if I was okay And if I still miss you Well you know what they say Just once in a very blue moon And I feel one comin’ … Continue reading
Chalk art offers a good lesson. Life doesn’t last forever. Make it colorful while you can.