Stay little . . .

My grandson Luca sings along to Twenty One Pilots’ Stressed Out as I drive. I pick him up after school every Tuesday, giving his mom a…

A Change of Heart . . .

The coffee shop empties as the morning shift locals make their exit, and the noise level quiets to a low hum. Staring into space, I absentmindedly…

Keep smiling . . .

The mail store is busy and I don’t have much time. I’m hoping they have a computer that can read the contents of a CD I…

Detours . . .

Bedding and sheets lay neatly folded in cardboard boxes in the corner of the guest room. Gigantic plastic bags stuffed full with new pillows are piled…

Home . . .

I slide the window shade up a few inches, careful not to let too much light into the airplane. We are pretending it’s nighttime as we…

Write, edit, rinse, repeat . . .

Tap, tap, tapping away on my keyboard, reading and rereading chapters, my eyes burn. I understand now why other writers have said that editing a story…

Hard, but not impossible . . .

I blink in the darkness, it takes me a second to remember where I am. My fourth bed in as many weeks as I search for…

The simple life . . .

Lying on my back, my book held arm’s length above my face, it shades my eyes from the bright sun. I read and sunbathe along the…

Sea glass wisdom . . .

Wearing flip-flops, I walk slowly, slightly stooped, along the pebbled shore. I am careful to maintain my balance on the rocky water’s edge as I search…