I have this vision of a cabin in the woods. It is small, but ample, with a couple of bedrooms upstairs, an open kitchen and family room, and a wide and sturdy front porch, with two worn rocking chairs that softly creak when the wind blows. Through the woods behind…
[Author’s Note: Most of my writing comes in the form of nonfiction, but in January I posted my first piece of fiction. This post might be a continuation…
“The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you…
I sat on the couch, my niece on the floor in front of me. “Hold still, honey,” I said, as she started to fidget. I grabbed one section of hair and twisted it around another section. Over, under, over, under until her hair was twisted around itself into a spiraling,…
There are those days, those weeks, those months when things just seem a bit, well, subpar. When we’re feeling a little down, a little stressed, or in a…
There is a bouncy restlessness in the air these days, a cosmic vibration that permeates the rhythm and flow of my days. Perhaps it’s the changing seasons. Spring…