Okay, so life is crazy goofy.  Me!  At my age … have decided to get in shape and grow a muscle.  Maybe two or even three.  For the past weeks, I’ve been working out with a personal trainer who stands … Continue reading →

Wilson the Labradoodle is growing up. Yesterday he received his first big-boy haircut. Yes, he’s growing up. Four months old now and using the great outdoors to do his business — every time! He knows sit, down, stay, come, wait, … Continue reading →

If I were a bird, one might have called me “on the wing” today.  Away from the nest, but settled deep within an urgency to locate a source of food that might nourish my babies.  Myself. I found today’s source … Continue reading →

By normal standards, I wouldn’t have noticed an older man pushing his granddaughter through a store in a grocery cart any more than I’d have noticed anyone else in particular. I’m usually intent on sticking to my grocery list and … Continue reading →

It’s the calm examination of the smallest parts that gives one the ability to wildly write about the whole. A writer must take a moment in time, and smash it to pieces small as atoms, then glue that moment back … Continue reading →

A couple of days ago, I bought a new outfit for Hawaii. I’ve never been to Hawaii. Royal blue golf shorts the color of those lagoon pictures you see in National Geographic. I have no specific plans to go to … Continue reading →

Hold soldiers in your breath. Grow a carrot and Make soup of it. Read a book By candlelight. Let a glacier Fill your cup. Paint your fingernails Blue. Find a bunny and whisper In its ears. Hold another soldier in … Continue reading →

These are my hands.  They are small and knowledgeable; they know hard work, and they luxuriate in leisure.  They’ve enjoyed health, and they’ve been stricken with pain.  At times, these hands travel blithely over a computer keyboard spilling out words … Continue reading →

“Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.” Walt Whitman I’m struck by the notion that we represent our own good fortune. Writers often consider that our fortunes lie in the hands of others. Agents. Editors. Various … Continue reading →

He flies through the house, puppy paws going a mile a minute, his mouth smiling, his fur waving every which way. Play with me. Play! I swear, he actually laughs! What else would a writer do, then, but stop all … Continue reading →