He walked up to me, this man on the El’, a stranger, and said the Lord asked him to bless me. His suit was gray, and his tie was… I don’t recall. The essence of caramel tinged his skin, and his eyes, a feast of lime, maize, blueberry, intensified as he spoke— enticed by… what? … More On the El’
I ran out of holiday stamps. I do every year, even though I try to buy what I think are ample amounts of postage for a variety of seasonal festivities. But I always underestimate. Then I reach for the Forever stamps I purchased for letters I used to write by hand, but now mostly clack … More We hold these truths…
At least, on this day, may you find reasons to be thankful. Peace, love, and good health to all.
