Thoughts and Tips
It's in the whirlwind that word-weaving shines brightest. It's when I'm writhing that writing is a type of cure. And it's when things are harried that the hush of creating…
It's in the whirlwind that word-weaving shines brightest. It's when I'm writhing that writing is a type of cure. And it's when things are harried that the hush of creating…
A few weeks ago I got stuck in a traffic jam. It was of the small town sort so it wasn't much of an event, but a wreck had caused…
He got my number off of a list in the library. The school used our home phone digits as our ID's back then, and someone had left the list out.…
I went on a walk and the wind walked with me. It really did. Whenever I'd pass a tall old tree, or an overgrown thicket of green, or a well-rooted…
Daddy always put dill on his avocados. Dill and vinegar. And he'd mix them around in a ceramic bowl and stick them with a silver fork and then offer me some.…
I used to think that everything and everyone could be neatly nestled into the black and white. For decades I was of the thinking that all things could be divided…
Our neighbor's zucchini plant has crossed the wooden border. It has grown and flourished high and free and sprawling, and is now ivy-ing atop our flowering bush. My boys have…