I don’t know about anyone else, but each summer, even though I work year-round, I have grand (or perhaps grandiose) ideas about what I can accomplish. Something in me always yearns to read, read, read. I haven’t had summer reading assignments in ages, but at some point all of those library programs and AP English […]
Mark has been cooking sugar water soup for the “flying pigs” on a daily basis for a couple weeks. On Labor Day, we sat on the porch and a dozen hummingbirds, wings droning like WWII fighter planes, dove around him.