One recent night, while waiting and then watching the full moon rise, I thought how constant the cycle of the moon, the habits of...

A short musing to those of you who are my generation, to those of you who are, now, at the top of the ‘family heap’… Summertime and...

I am trusting Mother Nature knows what she is doing, but I wish she would ‘chill’ just a bit. I suppose this heat is doing to us what the...

Little Friends of Summer Summer is in full swing by now. The solace has occurred, the Full Buck Super Moon lit up the skies on July 3,...

It seems 'cleaning out' things is somewhat of a theme for me during these Dog Days of Summer. This purge includes my computer files also....

August 4, 2013 I am choosing to republish this Sunday column from 2013, for now, ten years later, in 2023, our beloved city park pool...

Summer…is here. What does that mean? It might mean family reunions with lots of cousins and new babies and tables of home prepared food...

I don’t really know how I could ever live anywhere but here…I know where the full moon will rise, and I sit by a certain window each...

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

I was fine, until I walked into the backyard and saw the little blue pool sitting there…empty. The blue ‘shark’ was empty also; his days...

A ‘reminder’ of sorts showed up on my FB feed this morning, a little nudge that has rerouted my day and my thoughts in a more achievable...

A small, brown table sat in my parent’s kitchen for most of my adult life; this is where nearly all my problems were solved. I would sit...

My sister, Susan, was born in Thibodaux, Louisiana on the first day of summer in 1958.I was going to be 4 years old 8 days later on June...

I remember these days, days in spring when my thoughts were light enough to sit on clouds for a bit and then suddenly taken away by the...

Some days I feel a bit ‘off’. There is usually nothing terribly ‘wrong’, but it is, as though, I am out of alignment emotionally. When I...

It is early, 5 am on a Tuesday in April. My mind is clear as I wait for the water to steam for my coffee, my retreat. The kettle is old,...

Nearly every morning, I sit with coffee in a fat old chair near a window in my studio that looks out into our backyard and into the...

It was quiet while I walked backed from the clothesline to my house, stopping to gather a few eggs and check on the progress of my...

I try, each morning of clear skies, to walk through the dew and get a secret peek of the remnants of the night before. There is no other...

The morning was just right for (re)planting sweet peas and morning glories. The seeds were soaked overnight and plump and ready to nest...