Sometimes stuff happens . . . for a reason

So, there I was driving to Oxford early Sunday afternoon. I figured I could get a few moments in at the office whilst no one else was about. I don’t know about you, but I find working during work hours hard to do. I have actually posted on my office door a sign that reads, […]

Sometimes stuff happens . . . for a reason

So, there I was driving to Oxford early Sunday afternoon. I figured I could get a few moments in at the office whilst no one else was about. I don’t know about you, but I find working during work hours hard to do. I have actually posted on my office door a sign that reads, […]

In a courtyard with kids, remembering

By Don Rush Last week, before most Memorial Day remembrances had yet to take place, I had the chance to skip down memory lane and get a glimpse of the future. I visited Clarkston Junior High School. The school, back a few years ago was Clarkston High School where I and countless others roamed the […]

Poetry, like beauty, can be found anywhere

Poetry, like beauty, can be found anywhere

By Don Rush There is moocho-grand-ay (thank you god of phonetic spelling) angst, and turmoil in the world these days. Heck, you only have to read, listen or watch any media outlet to find the all the pain and suffering you need to sustain your desire to be sad. But, really, hasn’t there always been […]

Poetry, like beauty, can be found anywhere

Poetry, like beauty, can be found anywhere

By Don Rush There is moocho-grand-ay (thank you god of phonetic spelling) angst, and turmoil in the world these days. Heck, you only have to read, listen or watch any media outlet to find the all the pain and suffering you need to sustain your desire to be sad. But, really, hasn’t there always been […]

Poetry, like beauty, can be found anywhere

By Don Rush There is moocho-grand-ay (thank you god of phonetic spelling) angst, and turmoil in the world these days. Heck, you only have to read, listen or watch any media outlet to find the all the pain and suffering you need to sustain your desire to be sad. But, really, hasn’t there always been […]

Poetry, like beauty, can be found (if you look)

By Don Rush There is moocho-grand-ay (thank you god of phonetic spelling) angst, and turmoil in the world these days. Heck, you only have to read, listen or watch any media outlet to find the all the pain and suffering you need to sustain your desire to be sad. But, really, hasn’t there always been […]

Poetry, like beauty, can be found anywhere

By Don Rush There is moocho-grand-ay (thank you god of phonetic spelling) angst, and turmoil in the world these days. Heck, you only have to read, listen or watch any media outlet to find the all the pain and suffering you need to sustain your desire to be sad. But, really, hasn’t there always been […]

In a courtyard with kids, remembering

Last week, before most Memorial Day remembrances had yet to take place, I had the chance to skip down memory lane and get a glimpse of the future. I visited Clarkston Junior High School.The school, back a few years ago was Clarkston High School where I and countless others roamed the hallways. Today, Clarkston Junior […]

In a courtyard with kids, remembering

In a courtyard with kids, remembering

Last week, before most Memorial Day remembrances had yet to take place, I had the chance to skip down memory lane and get a glimpse of the future. I visited Clarkston Junior High School.The school, back a few years ago was Clarkston High School where I and countless others roamed the hallways. Today, Clarkston Junior […]

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