Season of Stories

I began engaging my parents in storywork by asking about the menu notebook created by my dad. That cloth-bound, 70’s style, denim-blue, three-ring binder filled with a month’s worth of menus was a distinct childhood memory.

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On a Rainy Evening

The lights— strung free of care and full of invitation along the wooden fence on our back deck— twinkled merrily thanks to the sporadic falling of raindrops. 

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