Finding beauty . . .

A friend sent me a message asking if I would participate in the latest social media challenge. All I had to do was post a black…

Lessons . . .

He is a bright boy, articulate and creative. He has a natural curiosity and a variety of interests. He loves to learn new things, but not…

Late Sunday morning, still in pajamas, I sit cross-legged on the sofa, looking through a dusty storage box for a photograph of my mom. I don’t…

I wake up long before my alarm, my bladder is in charge these days. I don’t get up right away. Instead I lay in bed and…

As we gather to celebrate the season we share our stories. In my own life there are so many reasons for joy; good friends, a close-knit…

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…

The pier is packed. Spectators six deep watch the finals of the Vans US Open of Surfing below. I wedge myself into the crowd trying to…

Love is in the air . . . well not for me, but I’m certainly surrounded by it lately. A few weeks ago I sat under…

Barefoot, I step on the wooden bead. I grab my foot and rub out the pain in my arch. A few days ago the elastic in…

We gather around the dining room table, our small, intimate writers group. Sipping tea and coffee, and snacking on popcorn, each of us takes a turn…