As we speed toward autumn, the nights are coming earlier, and the mornings arrive later. The calendar is winding down toward September, and today the air feels as it did when I dressed in plaid and scuffled my way through the leaves on my way to school. There is still a hint of humidity, and…
Life seems to be catching up with me these days. It’s the aging thing. One cannot after all, halt the advance of time, the tides of time, the march of time, the procession of time, the parade of time, or the slow-rolling-moss-covered-Godzilla of time. Whatever one chooses to call it really makes no never-mind, time…
Hello nice to meet you. I know you are really new at this, and the learning curve is pretty steep, not to mention all the palaver that goes with ringing in the new year … remembering to write 2020 rather than 2019, … squirreling away all the old unread papers, … corralling all the relevant…