If it were mid-summer, a cloudless blue sky with the lake sparkling diamonds of morning light, and the only thing a body wanted to do was sit still and not move, it could be a warning sign of … [Read more...]
Our Lives as an Annual Instead of a Perennial
Summer heals the wounds of winter the way time and skin cream evaporate a routine scar. I have been thinking about both summer and scars lately. Scars, because I have two minor surgical wounds … [Read more...]