jpfitzer

It is September in Tennessee and, unlike in so many of our northern states where the sumacs have been bright…

I woke up a little before 5:00 this morning remembering a joke from my childhood. Being really bad at remembering…

There was once a young monk who ran across his master on a meditative walk. As he approached trying to…

I have a reputation in my neighborhood. I am good with dogs. I love them. They love me. So when…

I always forget something. This time it was my water bottle. (You’d think that as many as I own, I…

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