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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.

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.