The Joy of Moving Heavy Objects
My job does not ask a lot of me. Physically, that is. I stand, point, pace, write on a board...
My job does not ask a lot of me. Physically, that is. I stand, point, pace, write on a board...
Dillon’s in the street raking up pulled weeds. I step out to check in on him. And, he begins. “Dad,...
It’s the end of the day. A long day. I’m tired. Spent. Drenched in sweat. Done. Ready to go. Shades...
Dillon grips the wheelbarrow’s wooden handles and starts to wheel away. “Too fast” I tell him. He ignores me and...
Everywhere I’m planted. However, temporarily. I put in a garden. I’ve planted gardens in North Bend (OH), Richmond (IN), San...
