Reality
Being here makes me think of Robert McClowsky. One Morning in Maine Make Way for Ducklings Blueberries for Sal Burt Dow Deep Water Man But the title that keeps…
Moving
My daughter's last day at dance is tonight. And my oldest two will sit under their current piano teacher one last time tomorrow. And they will bid goodbye to classmates…
Immanuel
Here we are, three days before celebrating the coming of our Christ, and there's something burning warm that I want to share with you. If we grasp this word we…
Tune
It was well past her bedtime. She came into my room while I was readying wardrobes for the the next day. When I heard her footsteps and her, "Mommy?"... I…
Tonight
There's something about music that moves me on the inside. It strikes up all kinds of wild inspirations in my mind's eye, calms almost all inner unrest, and sends me…
A Fresh Feeling
We're sitting here on the early fringes of Fall. There's a scarecrow, a large potted mum, and an assortment of pumpkins lining our walk and front porch. It's still quite…
A Quick Weave
I'm here on hump day, feeling grateful that I get to fill this white space with words again. I don't have long, it seems like I never do these days,…
Quick Lessons from Little People
There's ham and green bean casserole in the oven. Our rented house smells like a meal and it makes me glad. Sitting out back here just adjacent to a pine,…
A Walk and Repose
I chased wildflowers on my walk this weekend. Skimming the edge of a bayou, I found a plethora of blooming patches strewn across a green belt. Golds, crimsons, pinks. I…
Now, and Then
I was right in the middle of my routine run, clean, and scurry. Once a week I scrub past the surface and try to get each room looking like it's…