WanderTime

It happens every year. The must sort this and toss that bug. A drive to lighten the load and let excess stuff go. This year it happene...

PoP4 Found Time Flutters in my gut emerge when something—anything—gets cancelled.  There are, of course, a plethora of ‘must-d...

Chairs I have a hard time walking away from one that I like. Even though I have plenty. I could easily fill a  Doors of poster, only...

Poems by Shel Silverstein I  received Where The Sidewalk Ends as a Christmas gift in 1982. I know this from the inscript...

I’ve been feeling a little blue lately about the state of things. Maybe you can relate?  I’m a devourer of politics and news, have ...

In the early days, wandering was mostly a state of mind. Endless days of summer spent in my top bunk overlooking the willow tree dire...

The purchase of certain mundane household items routinely evokes a sense of nostalgia in me.  Last week I stood momentarily suspend...