Tuesday is garbage day. It is funny how we mark days of the week in retirement. Tractor parts are in, but there was no call today to pick up the gearbox. Tomorrow, I’ll call again. Bob offered his tractor for me to borrow. He is nice, but today looked wet, so we worked on the […]
The reason why I may not be a writer is that instead of stopping in the woods on a snowy evening, I stopped on the way to work on sheetrock to fold cloths. This morning I emailed a writer in a group I participate in who has her first book published. Here is what I […]
Writing about this pandemic is not easy. Facts are hidden in a sea of fear, uncertainty, and doubt. News follows us around like a toddler in need of a diaper change. Decisions test our morals far more than we want. Emotions are up and down like a yo-yo. Living with this is not fun. Thinking […]
by Zoe Let me show you unconditional love.I know I am only a dog, a small one at that, but my love is endless and runs very deep. There are no strings attached. Before you, I was kicked, yelled at, starved, and dirty. I was rescued from city streets, given to you, to make me […]
There is a quintessential town in central Massachusetts called Petersham with a population of just over 1200 people. In the center of the town, you may find music being played in the summer at the gazebo in the commons. Just west of the park is the stone library and next to it is vacant Inn […]