Camping Evolution
Coffee in hand, waking up, I have time to sit and think about things – not ships or sails or sealing wax, but things. As I look out my window,…
Li'l House on the Road – The Bounder Chronicles
Coffee in hand, waking up, I have time to sit and think about things – not ships or sails or sealing wax, but things. As I look out my window,…
The “stuff” that makes up our lives ebbs and flows through my thoughts, occasionally bubbling up to the surface. Sometimes that “stuff” generates more questions than answers, but eventually, answers come peeking through when one listens long enough.
I have a big mysterious problem that I do not understand, and I have had this issue for as long as I can remember. When I was little, my mother…