by D. L. Koontz | Feb 13, 2015 | Journal, Significant Others
When I was growing up, my mother used to tell me that the word “love” is overused and thus diluted in its impact. What! How could that be? And, especially coming from a mother? I mean, there’s never enough love going around, right? With further prodding, I learned...
by D. L. Koontz | May 27, 2014 | Journal, Life Ever-Changing, Life of a Writer, Sense and Nonsense, Tripping Around the Blue Ridge
I live on one end of this road. The world, on the other. I love that separating me from (or bridging me to…A matter of perspective?) that world is a red dirt road. A path made of earth—clay, sand and gravel that groans and shifts as if irritated when my shoes or...