For as long as I can remember, I can hear the soulful voice of Mr. Okra as he drives around his weather-beaten truck. Last Saturday my two boys had the privilege of meeting him...
As I sit here at my neighborhood pool, listening to my sons playing in the water, my eyelids grow a bit heavy with the repetitive sounds of their voices mixed in with the splashes of the water and a healthy dose of sun pouring on my freckly skin...
