There was a time (not long ago, hanging head) when I barely read at all. There was a time before that that I read all the time, starting long before kindergarten and stretching through the years into adulthood. I read so much that I got in trouble for it. Frequently. I read by the sliver…

My parents found a stack of poems in my grandfather’s things. They slid them into a manila envelope and brought them to me on one of their visits. I looked through them at the time, in more detail later, and then tucked them into a drawer in my room. I few weekends ago, on a…

I had grand plans to put a post together earlier this week to be “ahead of the game”. It was a sweet one, and was perfect for a week focused on love. But I didn’t feel too great on Tuesday, and slept poorly all week, and more urgent things arose in the place of planning…