Unfinished Work

Over on the right hand side of our garage is a workbench. It’s not my workbench, because it was here when we started renting, but I’ve laid claim to it for now. On the top shelf sits a nondescript cardboard box: 40” long, 12” wide and around 4” tall. If you noticed it at all … More Unfinished Work

I Cried

(This was something I wrote a few months ago but kept coming back to.  And while I hesitate to share things sometimes, although that may be hard to believe, I think this might be of help to some of you who read the blog)  The other morning, on my way to work, I cried. Tears … More I Cried