Funny how we sometimes dream of summer in winter and winter in summer… I think I am doing that now on this gray day in late January. I...

Honestly, I was searching for something to write about this week, something with a bit of substance to perhaps give you a little thought...

Nineteen hundred ninety – two, that’s where my memories travel as I sit here in silence twenty-eight years later. The wrath of Hurricane...

Our thirteen-year-old dog passed away. She was the last “family” dog, one of the pups in a litter of mutts. It was Elizabeth’s turn to...

I instantly thought of summer days long ago when boredom was lurking, and kids were little and twitchy as the minutes sometimes crawled....

The morning was especially cold, and the sky was the perfect gray hue to match the bare trees. I haven’t heard the owl in many days but,...

It is very very cold this morning. We lost electricity late last night. That was a vulnerable place…'thank you' to the lineman who...

Old Man Winter is about to flex his muscles and show us, once again, who is in charge…Mother Nature will rule, no matter how smart we...

The nighttime slowly changed to daytime as the hooting owl left the maple tree, and the morning birds snatched the quiet early morning...

I am sitting down to write, early, during these pre-dawn moments of the Winter Solstice, December 2023. I am waiting for the sunrise...

The Owl and The Tree I heard an owl hooting a bit after midnight; I suppose it was he who woke me up. He was in the maple tree in the...

A Winter Wish It is early Thanksgiving morning and as the sun rises, the holiday season begins. Grace will be said at Thanksgiving...

An apron… the thought of it instantly conjures up a picture of my mom on Thanksgiving morning, a morning that began very early for her....

A Stranger "Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!". This haunting quote by Robert Burns seems to be an ongoing theme...

Long ago, when the world was not as big as now, and childhood was mostly spent outside, I wished for something; I wished I could share...

It is such a safe little corner, this place I go to each morning. I can sometimes see the weary moon through the window or hear the last...

They shared four o’clock seeds and exchanged recipes, recipes that were written on slips of random notebook paper and the backs of old...

I was there for the Blue Moon. I had completed a day filled with the preciousness of Santiago. It was a day at the Children’s Museum and...

I remember these houses from a long time ago, from visits with my mother. They were old and wooden and off the ground. Coffee was made in...

Just a tiny entry to make a record of something that just happened, something that some of you may call a ‘God Wink’…something I think of...