Holiday Heartache

As I sit here on a Sunday afternoon, I have fluffy white “Iowa” clouds (cumulus) out the windows across the back of my house. I used to look into a wall, but that baby is gone, and now I have nature. This month has been so full already, three chorus concerts with one more to… Continue reading Holiday Heartache

I Need More Friends

“Fireflies are the confetti of angels.”  That is some great writing.  If you haven’t seen the new show, Bless This Mess, it is hilarious. There is no laugh track, Barbara.  No live audience, either, Old Dave. Maybe it’s because the show is set in Nebraska, where I used to teach. I lived in a farmhouse… Continue reading I Need More Friends