That room was a big part of my dad’s life. It is where he took his weekly woodworking class over the years. Every Friday, my dad would meet his pals in that room along with Gene, a wonderful community volunteer, who would gently guide the men in simple crafts. One time they made ...
For us, we have this yard that seems unusable in the winter. We look out to ugly colors of green and brown on the ground. When we get out of our cars we hustle to walk up the path to escape the cold. I’m sure for others you pull into your garage, shut the garage door behind...