Stashes of Stuff
I realized now, late in the year 2020, that the constancy of chores, habits, routines helped to mediate the strictures of quarantine –
Hope as a common bond, as everyone banded together to help keep us sane during COVID-Times
Significant bonds were forged in early COVID-Times
Four-letters words of Covid-19 times…
Paradise lost – and not regained – awaiting the good news that the Campfire Fire of 2018 was contained
The secrets of happiness… service to others in his name.
Meanwhile, Ferg continued muttering while he scraped and re-scraped the griddle. The ham was long gone, and he was about to run out of pancake mix. Maybe I can water it down…and serve meals on paper plates. He muttered some more, sighed, and then re-focused on his...
By the time she’d made her way to Booth #1, Grace’s legs felt as if she’d slogged twenty-four miles. Her heart had met its test of endurance—so far. “It’s a goldang mess,” Ferguson muttered to no one in particular, though Grace overheard his remark. There wasn’t a...
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