It may only last for thirty minutes, but I could count on my parents’ coffee time as predictable and sweet. A nice memory. Today, the sun...

This past week was parching. Is the whole world on fire? I wondered. Has every other August been like this? We have two dogs. I let them...

Stung five times this past week. They live in secret homes under ground. You do not know they are around, but if you run a mower or...

We had a simple meal tonight, but there was something about the order that was appealing to me. Peace in the orderliness? Maybe that’s...

Being home this week had nothing to do with the pandemic. It’s more about getting that manuscript completed for Lee Farrier, who is...

As a kid, I was accused of being in my own little world. I suppose I still am. If you can get lost in a book, flowers, a project, or a...

A gift is something given. It’s given out of love. It may be given to help another, to connect with another, to encourage another. No...

I write poetry. I think poetry. I read poetry. That being said, I want to talk about how I’m working on a memoir, which is a person’s...

It’s about how you look at the world. You either think nothing is a miracle or everything is a miracle. I lean toward the latter. Some...

I blame myself for my pain level, my posture, and the overuse of computer and phone. I’ve had pain in my neck and shoulder for months....