I was making my bed yesterday morning and something jolted me, something textural or visual brought me back to the bedroom in my...

My husband snapped this picture early this morning while leaving the house. I suppose he did it for me, to reassure me of something I do...

Back home…back to my garden and my little group of small animals. The first day back was lonely, lonely for the little hands I held and...

I feel as though I celebrated spring in a way I can feel gratified. I recently planted the small saplings I had keep alive all winter. I...

Saturday…a day to be free, a day to enjoy. For some reason, I think of my Grandmother Farris on this Saturday. I understand, from my dad...

One of my happiest moments in the day happens in my kitchen around 5:30 in the morning. I have an hour before the sun rises, before the...

Now and then, for no significant reason, thoughts of my mother interrupt a present moment; it happened yesterday while planting...

‘The year is tiptoeing silently but briskly in front of my life. There is a clever thief amongst us it seems. It is sticky-fingered and...

These days of spring are doing what they should, they are softly summoning feelings of renewal…and where can that be more prevailing than...

There is an old house in Morbihan next to Caribbean Ice Co. A couple, the Knatts, lived there for much of their 90-plus years. About 3...

After a few tortuous minutes of cable TV, this (escapism) thought reappeared…sorry for the rant. I remember these days, days in spring...

For a good part of winter, I keep baby chicks, ducks, and one (mother) goose in my laundry room in a box with a light. When they were a...

I recently posted a quote from Marc Chagall something that said, true art comes from the heart…"If I create from the heart, nearly...

I intentionally walk slowly through the downstairs rooms, following the path of the late afternoon sun rays. Their light is magical, each...

It is funny how sometimes loneliness creeps in even as the world wondrously and beautifully wakes up once more in spring. As I watch...

You must go early, before the sounds of our modern world absorb the silence that is morning. When the waxing moon still sits nearly...

My poor laptop is filled with musings and pictures and stuff that has unnecessarily taken up space. I am doing somewhat of a ‘laptop...

Nellie I watched the morning come in and thought about my mother. She was born on this day in 1932 in Ville Platte, Louisiana, a day that...

My dad had just passed away when I began this Second Front column in 2006. It was a difficult time, the time when you moved to the top of...

Sometimes the best things happen by accident. I have just a short tale to tell about three blankets. Recently, our little Texas family...