A quiet cry for help from one of our own

I woke up early today, flopping around on my own bed to the sight of the rising summer sun and the sound of the clanking Syracuse garbage collectors. Somewhere around the world, you repeated some version of that scene, hot, cold, northern, southern, under the sheets or the over the blanket. Kim Hood, one of…

If you’re lucky, found really does follow lost

The universe talked directly to me this week. I was open to its lesson. Let’s call it “They Were Lost and Now They’re Found.” It starts with a vest finding its way back to Syracuse from Canada and ends with a blanket making the journey from Syracuse back to Georgia. Sit back and enjoy. We…