Dear Dad,
I finally know why I feel compelled to write these letters to you. They’re invitations to dinner! You don’t need to RSVP. I need to send the invitations.
It’s that simple. And complex. Here’s why. Read the rest of this entry »
English Oak in Summer
This year I chose a tree calendar to hang above my desk. Every month I turn the page to a new month and a new photo.
January features an imposing English Oak in winter, standing in a snow-coated field. The branches, twigs and trunks seem to be partially outlined with a dusty icing of light snow. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 