My mother had warned me. “Watch out for the quiet ones, they’ll surprise you.” She shook her head and smiled. When I was in fourth grade, a tall, quiet, redheaded boy walked across the classroom and handed me a homemade, red poster-painted Paper Mache heart on...
A wintry mix began mid-afternoon on Thursday: rain followed by sleet then snow within minutes. On Friday, I swept several inches off the north side deck and shoveled the upper half of the driveway before deciding against a walk to the mailbox. Too cold for Cato, too...
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