Dear Friends, I am listening to Christmas music. Why? To get myself more and more awake to the true meaning of Christmas. Maybe I’m...

How any poem is created is a mystery to me. How concrete (shape) poems like the three below happen is an even greater mystery. I had...

Rain had fallen for days. Puddles, all over the yard. The days had been dark and cold. I could feel it inside my body. It made me reflect...

It happens every October, but has it ever been more breathtaking than this year? Showy leaves, an extravaganza. It makes me feel quick...

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

Jimmy, my husband, actually posed this question in the truck. I laughed and changed the topic. I could not deal with it at the time....

I am sick. It changes the routine of everyone. Grandboys upstairs with games, husband rests on the sofa, grandgirl naps in a bedroom, me...

Pioneer Days in Norfork, Arkansas, population 511. The town stretches a mile or so down the main street with post office, grocery store,...

I look at the shadows growing long in the yard. They come from a tall maple and our old ribbed house. There they lie on a hard yard like...

I woke up to the smell of coffee. Then he handed a cup to me. I did nothing to deserve sharing a coffee with him. Just what we do. My...