Just something that happens…
My dad, Jim Davis, is an artist. He is only just now coming to realize this, at age 71. He has spent his life working with his hands, creating what
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Our Own Space
My daughter made this birdhouse with her grandfather. The first year it housed a family of sparrows. The next year its purpose changed as a family of squirrels used it
You were born to do this
I took my daughter to get her driver’s license yesterday. It was a process dominated by waiting parents and their nervously eager teenagers. Most parents, like me, were hanging back
The Blue Bottle Tree
In mere weeks my oldest child leaves home. For many years I have both dreamed about and feared this time. I’m not so much eager for him to go, but
