The other day I went outside to get the newspaper in my bare feet. I had to walk on the wooden porch down to the sidewalk. My feet ached at the touch of the concrete.
I remember when I was a kid I'd get summer feet. On the first days for roaming around outside, my bare feet would be so soft from wearing socks and shoes all winter and spring that the grass tickled and the driveway burned. The first few days, it would hurt, but after that, I could walk on anything.
Do kids today get summer feet, from running around outside with no shoes?
This blog is about the little and big thoughts that pop into my head. I once read that when Flannery O'Connor walked into a bookstore, she would want to edit her published works with a red pen. In the digital world, we have the luxury of tweaking things up after we've hit the publish button. I can be a perfectionist/procrastinator, where waiting for the ideal means little gets done. Here I will share what is not--and likely will never be--perfect.
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