Friends have my number. They always have. Friends know I’m a morning person, that seeing a fawn brings me great delight, that I’ll make a...

White softness is joining the landscape, so unlike the green grass, leafy trees, rain clouds. It almost makes me giddy to greet the...

Cottonwood seeds fly and fall effortlessly past me as I sit on the porch in the midst of mountains. I am mesmerized by the tiny...

I moved a few things in the pantry. And there it was—an envelope of zinnia seeds, hidden away. Zinnia seeds, out of place, come as a...

Kindest friends, Some of you know that I have been working on Lee Farrier’s memoir. He is 90 years old, and he has an amazing story—one...

When you first meet them, they seem like regular guys, like folks you might bump into at Lowe’s or in a hardware store. I have many...

In April, I went in for my regular doctor’s visit. When she asked how I was, I told her that I felt like I was on the edge of depression....

It’s the month of May! Graduation is coming, and Mother’s Day just passed. My mama is gone, but I remember how she made efforts to teach...

Let me begin by saying I believe in poetry. It is the way some of us make meaning out of the messiness of the world. I think it helps me...

A man handed me a mask. Next, he took my temperature and asked a series of questions to make sure I felt good. Afterwards, I walked past...