There is a lost sense of nostalgia from eating a hearty meal that Yoopers would enjoy after rugged yard work; though there shouldn’t be.
Category Archives: A storm broke in my mind.
A three mile walk along the Snohomish, picking blackberries along the way.
I worked there only three months, and yet I am missed.
Now everyone is moving on.
It’s about time.
On campus, looking at the mirror of mortality, still uncertain if I envy them.
Watching my oldest son who is five, watching the Wizard of Oz for the first time.