In the Kitchen I am here, still. It is a favorite place, my kitchen. It is a place where I, now, realize life was most ‘real’ within...

A repost from a few years ago, 2018...a remembrance of my sister and a reminder of the suddenness of life... The fields are yellow, my...

I am a bit late on the timing of this column, but I am going with the ‘better late than never’ concept. It is just a simple column urged...

I wish I could remember more about her, like her name. Was she a mother, what kind of house did she live in, how old was she? But I...

Today is that day, that day that reminds me of my mom and our house. While folding towels and jeans in my laundry room, I think about her...

In these late days of January, days after the killing freeze, I wait for the sun and sneak outside for a bit to see what winter has left....

Just something I found in some old files that I thought was worth reposting....the gardens of Mrs. Viator, a neighbor, and Joey and...

My Sunday Column if you care to read...dailyiberian.net Just “Keeping” I suppose the icy weather last week has put me in some sort of...

I am sure I have mentioned, at some time or another, how long I have lived in this house, nearly 38 years. I write this that you may...

I want to go to that place where the earth is shared with small animals, a place where the trees, and the meadows are left to grow, a...

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...

It will soon be Thanksgiving Day. I am in a faraway place from my childhood images caused by the vivid lyrics of an old New England...

It is nearly dark now. The lights are on for reading, the last of the sun’s feeble rays are a pale reminder of summer peering through the...

Pie Dough, Erik and Elizabeth’s dog, and I walked through the field today towards the beehives and along the old, barbed wire fence that...

The (very) early morning summons me…again. I wonder why so early? It’s dark through the window in my studio where I curl up to have...

It was on October 27, 1966 that CBS preempted My Three Sons for Charlie Brown and the Great Pumpkin and it immediately became the...

Something I found in the depths of my computer, something I wanted to repost... I woke up early, I always wake up early, but this...

I once wrote a story about my Aunt Mary Daire's kitchen in Ville Platte. The little story was fondly received; many of you connected to...

An observation from this past spring... In this world of contrast and controversy, I hear baby birds throughout the yard while I’m doing...

Honestly, it was the puff of smoke in the woods that got me started, that found the muse I was looking for. I was seeming like an old...