Racing across the parking lot at the public library, I look up and see broken clouds. I’ve seen them before, but today I really see them....

I’m sharing a poem today. It was written by Bob Hicok. I came across it days before my support group met. (I facilitate a support group...

All I know to do is wait. Wait, pray, ask for help, and hold these feelings. I messed up on the computer. It means my pictures,...

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

We wait to hear the outcome of surgery. Tension. The grandboy’s appendix must be removed, but surgery (any kind) has risk. None of us...

The mulch pile had turned as black as the delta. We were trying to beat the heat, so we were up early, moving mulch to flowerbeds. My...

Last evening. I saw the truth. No words. Just feelings. Just behaviors. But big enough for me to recognize it. I knew, after my husband...