There are times when people have wronged you and things grow difficult…so dreadful that you don’t know how things will ever turn around for the better. It’s mid-March and I feel like the last furled leaf hanging from a frozen … Continue reading
In a brief slit of solitude, I gazed up at the slender timbers that stretch toward the sky. Half barren, vulnerable yet still and reverent, I search the sky for answers. There must be some up there. The shifting clouds … Continue reading
On top of a hill sits a building with closed doors and a path that once welcomed. On the curbside in front of the building, the building that is waiting, there are motionless police cars and road barriers, to divert … Continue reading
On top of treetops, gilded leaves sway and swish with the evening breeze.Some days feel tropical while others brisk. These are the fleeting days of summer, where sweet morning bird songs are heard from under the covers and I’ll bother … Continue reading
Home. What makes it so sweet? Certainly not the square footage. The layout may enrich some harmony, but how we choose to live in it and how our home resonates with us and our surroundings makes a home as the … Continue reading
With the spirit of giving still lingering in the air and a year-to-date in this nest, I still awake to catch my breath every morning in praise of our abiding nest—last year’s Christmas present and even more cherishable each day.With … Continue reading
quizzed me about fireflies…he’s never seen them and is eager for their arrival to witness them illuminating the yard. Just a little more patience, while the evenings still have a chill in the air, they won’t be flickering around here … Continue reading
as in a locker room and all the bare body parts glistening under the unflattering fluorescent lights, right there inscribed in paper by his teachers about middle bear’s brazen behavior in the classroom. Why wasn’t this brought up in the … Continue reading
That’s right the robust winds and heavy wet snow falling from the sky have me shivering on my stone-cold kitchen floor. March has bestowed us with illusionary behaviors, down-right dream-stealing, that only leave me to console sullen bears. Not so … Continue reading
As a child, I always wondered about how mail traveled. I witnessed our postman deliver the bundle of envelopes to us with sweat and toil on sticky summer afternoons, however, when we dropped it off at the post office, how … Continue reading
