I’m old…aging, the relentless pursuer that prevails.I’m sad…loss and grief come to all.I’m happy…it is joy that sustains through night and light.I’m quiet…pain, of body or soul, an ever-present companion.I’m... Read More
One of the things I enjoy—it’s also quite therapeutic—is baking bread. And it’s always fun when my beloved offers to help. From the minute the first puffs of bread flour... Read More
