Some of us do this thing when life is hard and there’s nothing we can do about it. For whatever it’s worth, I, Pat Durmon and retired...

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...

Sweater weather. Friday afternoon: I arrive at the Mennonite Fellowship Building located behind the church, beside the creek. Laughter. I...

I’ve written two blogs this week. Actually, I’ve been trying to not write this one. But it kept tugging at me like a little kid, wanting...

Body, you have served me well. Somehow I made moves, had thoughts, walked through crowds and years, sadness and laughter, fears and anger...

We were living in emotional turmoil. My first husband and I were separated at the time. I was busy being a mom and teaching sons to sit...

I think I keep reliving the Garden of Eden story where Satan lurks and waits for that vulnerable moment and moves in. Satan, of course,...

My mother left when I was 14. Daddy sat on the floor in a corner. He drank too much. But I had my six brothers and my five sisters. As...

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 woke up at 3:28. Plenty of time to dread the upcoming dental work. A front tooth was loose. According to my dentist, the tooth could...