Sometimes I feel like the real me is back there. And the sun is shining on and around me but not through me, and it’s cast a long whispy shadow out in front. And that shadow? Well that’s the thing that can’t be, but is. We’re attached. It moves like I do. Bears my shape. GoesContinue reading “The Shadow in Front”
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Life with Brutus
Brutus Bartholomew is our newest addition. He is hilarious, mischevious, confident and smart as all heck. And while he is all the hands-ful, he’s all the hearts-ful too.
“There comes a day in every man’s life when he decides the kind of man he’s gonna be. And if you don’t know the story, you don’t know the man.” — Frederik Backman Years and years (and years!) ago, in what seemed like an act of pure lunacy I flew as far away as IContinue reading “Holy Ground”