Summer
My front porch is my summer sanctuary. I find happy memories, hope and peace out there.
I do know whenever I see a front porch, I recall how I used to sit on ours and think about who I might want to be one day. In writing that, I see how nothing has changed.
Connie SchultzUSA TODAY
Earlier this week, I did something I haven’t been able to do since August. I poured steaming coffee into one of my favorite mugs, pulled the lapels of my bathrobe a little tighter and headed straight to the front porch, where I spent the first full hour of my Wednesday morning.
The semester had finally come to end, and I had nowhere to go. No quick swipe through digital headlines, no 45-minute drive to campus. Instead, I settled into the weathered rocker, armed with a blue Pilot V Razor Point pen, a small notebook and the stack of newspapers that landed before dawn on our doormat. Coffee is for waking up. The pen is for marking up. Newsprint always brings out the opinion writer in me.