We stood by the side of the road, my younger son and I. Cars raced past and we waited, his little hand clenched in mine. As soon as the traffic paused in one direction, cars raced toward us from the other direction. So we held hands and we waited. I…
Yesterday morning I sat outside on our back deck, coffee in one hand, pen in the other. Since it was Sunday, I had turned off my computer, cell phone, television, and quieted some of the external noise. The internal noise, however, lingered. I was anxious about a phone call I…
[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 of that piece. Or maybe not. You be the judge.] ************ The memories and what-if’s and might-have-been’s slowly overtook her mind. They…
I’m over at my friend Angie’s site today talking about waves and drowning and floating. Those of you who read this blog regularly will know Angie from our semi-weekly Photo Inspiration Challenge, in which I attempt to put words to the breath-taking beauty of her photographs. To me, however, Angie…
One of the only two plants that are still alive in our house is a tiny little cactus. At first glance, it seems like any ordinary cactus – spindly, thorny, and hazardous, albeit small. But on closer inspection, you would see that its barbs are more like bristly hairs, and…
Hibernation is a covert preparation for a more overt action. – Ralph Waldo Emerson The piles are everywhere. Wet, sloppy snow is piled up outside my windows. Remnants of warmer days – patio furniture, the grill, a stray soccer ball – are all locked in place by shackles of white…