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The more things change...

Change is not so much what we make as it is what happens to us unawares. Not everything that changes is progress but it is inevitable that everything changes. The seasons flow on, all too quickly. We tighten our life-vests, and try to steer clear of the rocks. Along our way down the river, we are grateful for every resting place. Here's ours. Above, as it was in our first August here in 2016, and below, as it is now. We still miss the old cherry tree in the foreground of the first photo. It died the year after we moved here. We've carved a garden out of the hill and planted blueberries on the slope above. One thing hasn't changed. We're still here. It's still home. We'll hold to that reality as long as we can.

Reads and rites...

Good neighbor, good friend and good writer, Cappy Hall Rearick, author of The Fifteenth Step, and I will be reading from our work among all the music and jollity up on the hill beside Episcopal Church of the Transfiguration in Saluda NC this afternoon, starting at 3 pm. 

Sounds like great fun. Come join us. I'll be reading from my novel, The Winged Child, due out in February from Creative James Media.

Henry's books.

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