There once was a mammoth named Sinbad who was widely known as a windbag. He was long in the tusk and considered quite brusque when teased 'bout his grandiose chin sag. So, he kept to himself on the prairie to guess why his jaw was so hairy. "Was it something I ate that led to…Read more The Saga of Sinbad
Poetry
Transitioning to Home
You've entered a place between time and space, where time slows down and place takes hold. What was familiar and old no longer competes against the news of the day, or the sound of early morning commutes. Peace and quiet can be found between voices listening for what comes next-- Stopping for a moment to…Read more Transitioning to Home
