From Where I Sit
I'd rather be at the library.But when I pulled into the library parking lot this morning, I realized it was closed.Libraries should never, ever, ever be closed. Ever.So I'm here,…
Autumn
I'm leaning back on a velvet crimson pillow embroidered with a golden stitched crown.My feet are propped and crossed under a fine quilted throw.There are magazines picked out just for…
Last Saturday
You can’t creep up on people in an old cabin.Wood from the 1800’s creeks and cracks, making it hard to sneak.Thankfully.I have a few jokesters in my crew who like…
Away
I wonder how many letters have been written at this old dark desk.How many notes of affection, business transactions, letters of love to family in some far off town somewhere.It’s…