Come On In

“When you get here, just come on in. The front door is unlocked,” the text message reads. I park in the circular driveway behind the last in a row of cars. Pausing, I take a deep breath before emerging into the cool fall air. As I climb the few stairs leading to the front porch,…

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Poetry, Donuts, and the Meaning of Life

Introduction to Poetry by Billy Collins I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide

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Red Tent Dinner: Can I come?

“Hoping your day unfolds smoothly and that your dinner tonight is lovely and all you are hoping it will be.”

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