For me writing is launching my little boat on the great river of life, seeing where the currents will take me. It is an adventure and a homecoming, at the same time. The fog this morning is so thick that I can barely make out the house directly across the street. Attila said his drive… Continue reading Fog & Home
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Home Again, Home Again
Thursday, August 21, 2014 Early this morning, at 4:30 a.m., I arose, washed, dressed, and began packing the car for the trip home. It was still dark outside as I made my trips back and forth to the car. The morning was warm and humid, which is a big change from the cool weather we… Continue reading Home Again, Home Again