
What Do I Know
The little bird was sitting by the front door this morning when I came back in from feeding the
what I see
The little bird was sitting by the front door this morning when I came back in from feeding the
I couldn’t get the tractor started. Again. The mid-60’s relic always needed a jump, but I thought, through some
I was alone. Alone, in a group of 13 strangers, running a river through the largest swath of roadless land
They’re having a bbq next door. It’s barely noon on a blustery Sunday, presumably after the service led by the
I asked him if the ocean was glowing like this the last time we surfed together at night, and he
I’m often reminded of a story in Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist, where a boy seeks advice on happiness from a