The three most recent cards to arrive: I wrote a poem today at lunch in response to the card which came this morning but it was way too long to put on a postcard. I’ll try to send it along … Continue reading →
My first neighbor in Brainard, Mr. Wheeler, told me often that the weather here is always just a little different Continue reading →
Outgoing only today – an empty box. I love the little ritual of going out in the night to put the outgoing postcards in the box and taking a moment to enjoy the sky and the night sounds.
You can get more with a kind word and a gun than you can get with just a kind word.
