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Jilda and I had a minor crisis in our lives this past week. Our coffee maker died. It was a slow, tragic death. Read more

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My Dad’s birthday was this week. He would have been 96 years old. Read more

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There is a mossy rock in the hollow behind our barn. It’s nestled under a canopy of oak, hickory and pine trees. It’s a peaceful place. Read more

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The nature of our backyard changed this summer. We have a new swing. Read more

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I caught a bug when I was in Telluride, Colorado, several years ago. It’s rarely fatal, but I’ve found it’s incurable. Professionals call it “fly fishing fever.” Read more

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Some of my favorite memories from childhood revolved around our front porch. Read more

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One morning last week as we walked, I saw something in the barnyard that caught my attention: a shard of cobalt blue glass from an old Noxzema jar. Read more

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I’ve had a fascination with books for as long as I can remember. Read more

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I remembered the mantra that my lovely wife preaches to her students at work and at the community yoga class: “Where are you? Here. What time is it? Now.” In other words, “Be Here Now.” Read more

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The thing is, no one knows what each of us goes through. Life can be difficult, but that shouldn’t make you invisible. Read more

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At lunchtime the other day, I left my office to attend a Chamber of Commerce lunch meeting. The sky was tombstone grey with light mist falling. Read more

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There’s a wild crabapple tree down by the barn that has never borne fruit, but through the years, it’s become one of our favorite trees. Jilda has kept her eye on it since early November. Read more

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I’m coming to another intersection in my life, and I need a good thinking place. Read more

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I recently drove down a road that I hadn’t traveled in some time. It’s changed. Read more

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On the first day of school, all the community kids flocked to the front of our house. It was a wide place in the narrow road and a good place for a bus stop. Read more

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Under the ancient glider on our screen porch is a plastic tub of toys. We never had children, but we’ve served as baby sitters for working family members through the years. Read more

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My wife Jilda and I have pictures on our fridge. The photos are of three friends we’ve lost in the past year. They each held a special place in our hearts. Read more

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Looking through Facebook posts of my friends this week, I felt a little envious and sad. It seems every other post is someone’s smiling mother. Read more

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I’m “procaffeinating” this morning. That’s the tendency to put off doing anything until I’ve had coffee. It’s an affliction that began early, and I’ve struggled with it all my life. Read more

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A few weeks ago, I stopped by the forks of the river in Sipsey on the way home. Normally, there are several people there sitting in folding chairs, shooting the bull and watching time pass at the speed of a slow-moving river. Read more

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October 2019