“It’s just so much noise . . . so much chatter for the most part,”
My mind does wander to the ponder
The big snow provided a chance to stay home, warm and cozy — and cruise Facebook.
The ducks, surf scoters, I believe, have carved out a niche that I find difficult to understand
“The curse of poverty has no justification in our age,”
Yes, everything was still for that short, special moment when the day dawned and snow had blanketed the earth
I suppose that children who grow up on picture-book farms come to terms early with the fact that most of the animals they see every day are destined for the table
We will not go back and change history
Should we accept beauty and suffering as the opposite sides of the same coin?
A boy grows up amid expatriates and Bonackers, artists and writers, and the families of fishermen