For all the people in my life who remind me (who gently admonish me?) to "Breathe!" I must really need the reminder b...

Sometimes I write poetry. This past Saturday morning I woke up at 4:30 a.m. and couldn't go back to sleep (this rarely happens). I got u...

I used to belong to a group where we would be given a quote and we were supposed to write about the first memory that came to mind after we ...

She embodied contentment. Day 8: I am grateful for my grandmother. Grandmother's House The old house, emptied of Grandmother's prese...

Day seven of this project and I have no funny stories to tell, no insights to share, nothin', nada, zip! Well, here is this little thin...

Tender Time will heal, that’s what they say. And yet the scar remains to this very day, a thin white line and still tender to the touch. It...

Last summer was the first time in over ten years that I did not go to camp. I was not able to go this year to work, but I went up last night...

(It's another poem, folks, since Little David was foolish enough to ask and I am foolish enough to oblige!) Jim got me to thinking t...

(everybody knows you can click on the picture to make it bigger, right?) 04/22/06 ADDENDUM: Maybe a picture is not worth a thousand words. I...

The Cross An innocent man, beaten, offers no resistance. They lead him through the streets, taunting and snapping whips, he is their beast t...

On Thanksgiving evening, ten years ago, my brother went into the hospital and he never came home. Today marks the tenth anniversary of his d...

I took the picture, moved it from Photoshop to Illustrator where I added the text, then saved it for the web, and downloaded it to ...

GRANDPARENT'S PORCH My grandparent's porch at twilight, three generations, comfortable, loving. Children playing, paying sc...