We didn’t grow up on the same street or even in the same town. We didn’t run with the same crowd, but we did cross paths on regular intervals over the past couple of decades.
While scrolling through the PBS website looking for something that had been recommended to me, I came across the name Howard Thurman.
Sometimes it’s hard to weave together the uplifting with the sorrow.
I’m not sure why, but it’s been the week for fragmented and disjointed conversations.
Our concept of love evolves as we go through life and different experiences.
Sometimes there’s an opportunity to be spontaneous. The stars align.
When the big yellow school bus pulled up to Menemsha Beach the other day and a rather large group of young teens disembarked, the situation was clear. We’d been invaded by the British.
October has given us crisp days, glorious sunsets, cool nights, derby fishing and the surprise visit from of a glorious display of colors dancing across the sky.
Every month carries its own unique spirit, but October has always been a stand out.
