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Sometimes the answer is always the simplest…

"Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart, it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude." A.A. Milne

Deep ADHD Thoughts…

I may nod my head as we converse but this doesn't imply agreement or that I'm listening. I'm silently correcting your grammar.

Wordverse: First Love, Paper-Thin

First Love, Paper-Thin

The first time I fell in love, I sat cross-legged immersed in a stack of books. Maybe it was love...maybe peace, freedom, or simple contentedness.

The Muse of Melody Calls to New Shores...Returning Home...Leaving a Legacy

While the push of progress has rendered nearly obsolete the library experience of my youth, I take my family to browse the stacks so they can feel time-tested, sweat-wrought work on thin wood, breathe aging vanilla, touch eloquence, and explore worlds waiting for them with a simple lift of a cover, all at the cost of nothing.

Practice Perseverance

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The Mandolin Rained

Saturday Night on the Square

A few years ago as I scattershot street scenes in my wife's Texas hometown, I noticed a pile of cars pulling up, parking, and people filling the vacant lots surrounding the green grass of the town square. Men and women armed with cases of acoustic guitars, basses, banjos and violins (fiddles) gathered in pockets in the grass, leaned against streetlight poles or squat on hoods of cars.

clothesline, little girl dresses, laundry, hang, clothespins, clean, airy, washed clothes, clothing, dresses, children's clothes, clothes

A Boy’s Dreams in Spring

Sweet honeysuckle hanging on the back fence drifted in through the open window and mingled with the music echoing up the staircase. The Beatles...Elvis...Chicago...Fleetwood Mac...Sly and the Family Stone and Casey's long distance dedication walked around in the small apartment we called home.