Getting By With Pop-Tarts
Pop-Tarts … I wanted them for their medicinal qualties.
daughters
Be the Sunrise
I am not at home. I am up the Massachusetts shoreline a bit from home, at an annual writers’ retreat. This group has been meeting for decades. The beginning years […]
Bulls Eye
My sacred place today is a nearby Target store. Like many of its kin, it’s located in a kind of updated strip mall. Lots of parking. A movie theater and […]
Mended at the Cracks
My heart, after decades of comings and leavings, is a brilliant web of gold.
The Eyes Have It
What we lose is what we gain when we trade sleep for an early morning call.