But I am of the eternal diaspora. One of many wandering children dwelling in tents in this vast wilderness. Home is a memory that I can’t remember. Rust and decay have eaten away at its core and corrupted its foundations.
Maybe Next Year…
Christmas Card Blues
Christmas cards, like so many other things around the holidays, seem to have an etiquette all their own. I’ve never understood the whole, card for card thing. People are thrown into an absolute panic if they get a card from someone who they didn't send one too. You’d think they were wedding invitations and not... Continue Reading →
R. C. Svendsen 