Photographs and memories . . .
I lift the dusty lid from the cardboard box revealing envelopes stuffed with photographs and negatives. Neatly stacked upright and mostly organized chronologically, some are marked…
I see you . . .
We sit on barstools at the counter facing the large open window to Main Street’s foot traffic. Juice from the fish taco I’m devouring runs past…
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…
Perspective . . .
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…
See you in my dreams . . .
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…
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…
On my way . . .
“Home . . . I’m on my way “ It took a split second to recall why I had written those words . . .…
Making it last . . .
Love is in the air . . . well not for me, but I’m certainly surrounded by it lately. A few weeks ago I sat under…
Hiding in plain sight . . .
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…
Bare Naked in Public 