I make it a point never to pick up hitchhikers. It’s just my policy and it always has been. Most are nice enough and …
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I don’t know exactly why I thought of it today, but I remember as a child one of my aunts telling me that every …
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My knee is still sore today after playing too many consecutive hours of wallyball last week so I decided a nice, long walk would …
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As I wander the same trail through the same neighborhoods on my daily walks, I find myself less attuned to the mundane path I …
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Last Saturday I went to the hootenanny in Mountain View, Arkansas with my oldest daughter. For those who have never been to the hootenanny, …
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I like the way a familiar scent in just the right context can evoke a long forgotten memory and transport me back to another …
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Last weekend I got to go trout fishing on the river. Well, that is to say I expected to go trout fishing but the …
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Last night’s snow looked like spray-on flock, the kind you can buy at Christmas to add a wintry touch to decorations. But it had …
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Water had furrowed the rocks the way time etches an old man’s face. The flow was steady, patient, and the water had clearly expended …
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March, cruelest of months Teases with warmth, buds, blooms Scorns with sleet, snow, wind. Jonquils, maples, forsythia smile When the days reach sixty or …