How uncommonly fortunate I am to have called the house pictured here home for 55 years. Somehow this simple dwelling, resting atop a hill on a quiet dead-end street, offered a home to all who swung open the back gate. Generations counted on the music of the unlocked kitchen door’s jingling sleigh bells accompanied by barks of happy dogs. Every time. Across time and place, memories stitch all of us together.
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planet earth dwellers / forgive us our trespasses / we will right this ship
Marching Forward—Pete Buttigieg at Selma and Protestors Everywhere
Getting the Scoop—Aaron Parnas and Project Salt Box
Art for the Heart—“Sinners” and Olivia Dean sing, Mary Oliver laughs
bowing to beauty / oh-oh-oh, mm-hm-mm (hey!) / April’s a’flaunting