Going through boxes in the basement that have been there for twenty years untouched, unremembered and sorely neglected is no small task, but it must be done. The things of the past must be sorted. In the sorting we find ourselves again. We uncover parts of ourselves that have been lost, delayed, and sorely in … Continue reading Re-Written

It was a slight commotion that caused me to turn my head. A small bird had flown down the chimney and into my kitchen

Midlife is all about growth in my humble opinion.  Maybe we have a big midlife growth spurt to get ready for a second round of reproduction, not literal birthing of a tiny person, but birthing something that was set inside us at the beginning of time to be born and brought forth at an appointed older age, things like purpose and destiny.

A short story about cookies, finishing well and learning new ways to do things.

The first time I loved Maine I was driving down Vassalboro road five long hours from home. The road was stretched out before us like the pan American highway; it was lined with golden fields and farm lands as far as the eye could see. Massive, round bales of hay dotted the country side like pieces on a chess board. I had never seen hay like that wrapped up in giant rolls waiting to be spun into Gold.

A short article on the splendor of diversity

For children the world can be a place of adventure or a place of fear and uncertainty, and most often a little of both.