24 June 2017
Good morning, My foggy brain carries me downstairs and into the kitchen just behind the old dog. I wrench open the backdoor and she spills into the yard, scampering down…
Good morning, My foggy brain carries me downstairs and into the kitchen just behind the old dog. I wrench open the backdoor and she spills into the yard, scampering down…
Good morning, The whir of the fan establishes the season — summer in Kansas City. I lean forward to peer around the second monitor to see what the sky says…
Good morning, Oh, how I wish I were brave enough to share a photo of my surroundings! My dining room has become an extension of my closet, cluttered with discarded…
Good morning, My befuddled brain startled awake with the five a.m. musical chime from my cell phone. Though I can’t say why I thought it necessary to rise at such…