When Little Things Matter

Hey, thanks for stopping to read this. I’ve been a little sporadic lately, the posts haven’t been going up twice a month as I had promised. And for that, I apologize. Like millions of other people, I did my level best to be bullet-proof. But I’m not. It really hit me after graduation. It’s like…

The Road Not Taken

I was very young the first time I heard the poem The Road Not Taken. At the time “a yellow wood” had little meaning, except in the context of fall. Mrs. Carpenter read the poem full of thoughtful meaning to a class of wriggly 6th graders who were more concerned about lunch or recess or…