The older I get, the older I feel It’s hard to run. It’s hard to kneel. Can’t cartwheel as in childhood. (But, truth-be-told, I never could. 😉 ) Consistently can’t find my words – Can access just perhaps two thirds. Can’t run too fast. Can’t hear when asked. My skates and skis were long-since trashed. But I’ll still race you on my bike, and take a walk or even hike and talk and laugh and draw (kind of 😉 ) and listen well and deeply love.
Home Is The state Of my heart: Heart-shaped Ohio. “Ohio, The Heart of It All,” Is more than its slogan, to me. It’s a certainty Born of dappled sunlight, porch swing swishes, marching bands, sure love, and lingering laughter.