Author Archives: Hiram

About Hiram

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories

A Time and Place

Posted on July 23, 2018

Santa Fe is a great place to relax and take a break from the world. It’s timeless. Today I showed my kids the oldest church, built in the 1600s with pieces imported to Santa Fe over the Camino Real from … Continue reading →

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Farewell to Leo

Posted on June 26, 2018

We start a day with sadness of heart Knowing that today we will part With a beast that will live on in legend Leopold came into our lives in bad shape With ticks and fleas, scratching him as he rested … Continue reading →

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How teachers make a difference.

Posted on March 3, 2018

via On Influential Teachers and the Ever-Influential Richard Cory

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What we leave behind.

Posted on September 21, 2016

I am often reminded of the wake of our lives and how our actions impact others. I have this bad habit of replaying whole conversations, or sometimes days in my head after the fact to think about how that conversation … Continue reading →

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Time flies when you focus on all the wrong things.

Posted on April 26, 2016

Sometimes it’s easier to see the negative than the positive. Exhaustion ensues when you bite off more than you can chew. The other option is not being as busy, but likely taking it just as hard as if you were … Continue reading →

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Camo Kitty

Posted on September 19, 2015

I pulled out of the drive in a rush to get somewhere. Who knows where…I am a father of two with a new job completing a Doctoral program…we’re always doing something. Wake up, school bus, work, home, swim team or … Continue reading →

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While You Were Sleeping

Posted on July 9, 2015

The branches of the crab apple tree away gently in the breeze as I sit with my sleeping grandmother. She rests silently and I think back to my children and the peace after the storm of sitting with them while … Continue reading →

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