From the heartland
My 4th grade teacher, Mrs. Wooley, stood about 4 feet tall with tight gray curls and a look that could wither you where you sat. She could also make you feel like a million bucks. I guess those twin skills were honed over years in the classroom and I was lucky enough to have her […]
Read More Lunch With… Mrs. WooleyIt’s often said, you can’t go home. Bullshit. You can go wherever you want to go and right now, as the world seems to be crumbling, I want to go home. Home to me is the Midwest. Omaha, Nebraska in particular. And it’s not that Omaha doesn’t have its share of problems, it certainly does, […]
Read More HomesickI can’t change the world. I can control myself and my actions. And I CHOOSE love. In all colors. All shapes. And all sizes.
Read More Choose.
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