At four years, when she asked, “Why do birds sing?” I realized how old I’d become. I mean, really, when was the last time I conceived a question so fundamental?Continue reading
Earlier on it wasn’t so much that she didn’t care; it’s just that it didn’t matter. She had more than enough.Continue reading
On we paraded to and fro,Continue reading
Savor the grace of nature and light; and its equal nurture of human plight.