“No.” I say firmly toward a brick wall in front of me. “Nope. Nuh-uh. Not good enough. No.”  Next to me Tiffany asserts: “No way. No. No!” To the same wall. Continue reading “No”


A Traveler’s Friend

One of my occasionally unhelpful patterns is to connect with the people who are leaving.  I thought about that, uncomfortably, one of the deep Fall evenings we shared the way home.

There is another way to see that.  Continue reading “A Traveler’s Friend”