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On holding still
I am talking to Pete (not his real name) at the coffee shop. It is probably more accurate to say I am listening to Pete. Pete is homeless, and he passes many hours of each day at the coffee shop, usually sitting outside except on the coldest days of winter. Most days he greets everyone…
On what I have been up to
So I had excellent intentions of embarking on a blog challenge that started April 1, and suddenly here it is, practically the middle of June. I don’t normally ignore my blog for that long, and some of you have asked me privately if everything is all right, and I appreciate that. Jessica is fine—in fact,…
Postcards from summer
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School, just the way I like it
So in my quest to have more play in my life, I went to Mini College last week. It is possible that you do not think going to school qualifies as fun, but I am weird that way. The best thing about Mini College is there are no tests. Also, no grades. You just learn…