“You don’t write because you want to say something. You write because you have something to say.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald
Porches are enchanted lands. When we need to say something, to express and seek opinion, to ponder a lesson learned or an opportunity received, to share joyful news or process frustration, to simply gain strength for the day ahead or rest for the day behind … to let go of time … we are drawn to the porch.
It’s where the wildness of the world and the shelter of home meet in detente, where it’s safe to bare your soul to another or only to the Lord. You can stare across a green space, into the pages of a book, or on the face of a friend.
Pull up a chair (preferably a rocker) with a cup of coffee, a pot of tea, or a glass of wine, and let’s address The Porch Agenda.
On Bearing Weight
An out-of-the-ordinary surgery has me non-weight bearing and dependent on crutches and a hip brace for two months. You don’t realize how much of everyday life is affected by living lopsided—without the use of hands that equalize your balance on crutches—until you’re...
When Spring Isn’t Spring
If we’re sitting on the porch this week, it needs to be under a blanket with a mug of something hot in hand. Officially, it’s the first week of spring. Outside the window, bright streaks of sunshine stretch across beds of yellow daffodils and red tulips. After...