I’m okay with the earth sleeping in the winter. I can take a break from foliage, petals, colors, but when the skies stay gray day after...

Saturday morning. Skies are clear. An hour after awakening, my husband shows me the two tall pines we lost in the night. One lays toppled...

I am blessed to know a woman with the attitude of gratitude. Her name is Mary Kathryn Marcom. She lives north of San Francisco where...

Midmorning. We entered the parking lot at the church where we vote. We could not believe our eyes. So many cars. Wonderful turnout. We...

I have been highly blessed to have known wise women during my lifetime. What a difference they have made. Sometimes they appeared one at...

I look across the hayfield and see nothing but Queen Anne’s Lace, a field of wildflowers. Something is wrong here. Instead of hay, we...

I did not put on makeup today. Just didn’t waste the time or makeup. I have a self-imposed deadline. Focused. Busy. Putting a manuscript...

I keep bumping into people who look fine on the outside. When I stay quiet and listen, they talk on. That person is leaving a familiar...

Almost August. My last two months are full of eustress* and distress: a family wedding, reunions, trips, plans broken, lack of rain,...

More than the garden phlox growing rotund heads, more than the display of bright red canna tongues shoving their way upward toward sky,...