Tag: Jim Dodson

The Winter Woods

Among the bare-branched trees, writes Jim Dodson, nature speaks my favorite language.

Becoming My Father… and Luckily, his Father, too

Church hymns, flannel shirts and briar pipes—I share today’s simple pleasures with the generations before me. by Jim Dodson A dear friend I hadn’t seen in far too long and I were having lunch outdoors, safely distanced. She sipped her…

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