Love letter to ‘The Leaders’

Last weekend, I drove my son out to a rural area well past the city limits, helped him carry his camp gear along a trail into the woods, and delivered him to a campsite that was bustling like an ant hill. Kids were pulling tents into place, adults were offering a helping hand here and… Continue reading Love letter to ‘The Leaders’


Nothing goes away for good

The plum tree outside is covered in little buds today, tiny blossoms still closed up, hugging themselves tight. A very few - maybe a dozen in all - have burst open, the first of hundreds to reveal their starry white hearts. I mark time by this tree: frosted white with flowers in spring, then bare… Continue reading Nothing goes away for good