Trees get wrinkles: And blemishes: And growths: There’s beauty, too: Trees age with grace. I hope I do, too.
Other people’s words about … living small He wasn’t a big man anymore. He wouldn’t be famous, like he’d dreamed as a kid, teaching himself to sign his name in all curved letters so he would be prepared to autograph a football. He would live a small life, and instead of depressing him, the thought … Continue reading On turning forty-seven