“Who is in the front yard?” Growing up in Oklahoma City on 17th Street we had a protected front porch. Holly Bushes lined the two exposed sides. I am thinking they were at least five feet tall. But then again, in my mind’s eye that was when I was … Continue reading
Words often do not come easy. Not just the three the Avett Brothers sing about. Too often we miss occasions to say what is important. Many reasons fill our minds. Then on occasion they are filled with regret.