I Know a Few Things

You know how sometimes you’re in a rut and you don’t even see it? Until you see it? That’s my pandemic rut. It started all the way back in January and here it is October. When it all started, I never dreamed it would be NINE WHOLE MONTHS ALREADY. I know I’m not the only …

Postcards in Paradise – Letters from Home

The postcard in my hand is so old I’d expect it to be worn and frail and downright unimportant.  It’s not, though.  It’s one more amazing golden star resting among years of memories.  Life and love that I’ve discovered again in a bin in the basement. The cowboy doing his day’s work on the back of a jack rabbit still cracks …