A thick and frigid, wintry haze blocked the sunrise and dampened my spirit as I drove to work this morning. Bob Segar’s, Turn the pagesuddenly penetrated my yawns, sighs, and sense of dread. I was taken back to my teenage years, to a night when two boys and two girls were doing things they shouldn’t have been, and then many … Read More
Opening to Change
I must admit I wasn’t so keen on the new kitchen gadget when my mother insisted on buying me a new one. “I don’t need a new can opener,” I replied to her, “the one I have is just fine. Besides they don’t make things like they used to.” But the truth is, the old one had started … Read More