Mom is a compulsive reader. She reads for pleasure, she reads to edify herself, but more often than not, she reads because she can't help it. I understand. The minute I find myself sitting still, I st...
We talk about how he and Leanne are doing knowing full well there is no sufficient answer.p 294
The tough times start," he said, "the day the last casserole dish is returned.
It is the blessing of dumb work done close to the earth-one gritty minute at a time, we move forward.
Imagine the wizened quality of a life blanched of contradiction and double standard.p 44
But the sky...cumulonimbus clouds are stacked and banked to the stratosphere, and the lowering sun has bronzed and brassed and blushed them. these are clouds to make you long for wings. These are clou...