Heeeyyyyyy Family.

Indeed, John, so much has changed.

I need more writing in my life as well! But, I suppose until I have more to say, this will have to do:

Me and Buster

write more?

Dear Family: It seems like such a long time ago that we started this blog. It's amazing how much has changed since then. But life rolls on. I'll be posting more stuff in the coming weeks. I'm trying once again to get in the habit of writing. More later.

Can family still love blog?

nerd.

so ronery

JeneB and W. Brett...come home soon...

Crab-picking, playing football in the rain, sitting on the front porch watching it rain, eating more crab, good friends, 40's, music and more crab picking. All included in the best Memorial Day I've ever experienced. I couldn't have asked for more.

An Old Poem

He turned letters to words with gentle hands.
And then an empty mattress lined the hardwood floor.

When I remember loneliness in small cities,
I see brick lined walks with families and full tables.

There’s a wall with hope written in languages of mingled letters.
There’s tea and music and book lined walls.

But I found, folded on wooden floors, skin like paper creased into fragile objects.