July 22 2019

When I was a kid, Sunday mornings were trepid. My dad would talk and as a kid you didn’t want to be caught in the long stories that would ensue. Childhood days, war stories. Half truths. Now, I love Sunday mornings and hope that John and I will get into a conversation that figures out the meaning of the world and how we can look differently at what is around us. Sunday breakfast, Michael Enright followed by a long walk to anywhere. Just talking and sharing our lives.