I started writing this because… I wanted to write things down, things that took place, that have lasted within me, that seem important. I have no illusions about publishing. But people my age are dropping out around me and I want to get stuff down. Not trying for great literary style; just telling the truth as I see it.
Nordica Drive
The little dead-end street full of sweet neighbors that we left for the farm.
The Most Important Question
A question that a great therapist asked me that opened up a big doorway.
