a memory

As I was sitting on my porch doing nothing for 45 minutes, which I talk about in my last post, "nostalgia", I recalled a special memory. It goes like this: Most of the windows in the house are open. It's late afternoon in midsummer on Winterberry Circle, just about suppertime. It's that time of the… Continue reading a memory



Nostalgia has always been so intriguing to me. It's by far one of my favorite words. I think this is because it describes that which cannot be described. As Dwight Schrute once said, "Nostalgia is truly one of the great human weaknesses, second only to the neck." It is defined as "the state of being… Continue reading nostalgia