My dream of beating the system vanishes when I notice a lumbering yellow bus ahead, turning down the same back road I’ll be taking.
My dream of beating the system vanishes when I notice a lumbering yellow bus ahead, turning down the same back road I’ll be taking.
A post-election pandemic prayer from my 2020 Journal
Who put the sun in Sunday?
How a few gnarled trees transported me back in time
Celebrating spring and community in the woods, with stops for refreshments.