My mother rarely wore perfume, opting mostly for soap and water clean. Now and then she would get a small bottle of some flowery scent from Avon— honeysuckle, hyacinth, lilac,…
The orange tabby cat channels his inner wildcat as he studies the new addition to his environment. The creatures who serve him have brought in a giant watering hole, filled…
Emily Dickinson said all we know of love is that love is all there is. I distinctly remember that because it was written on our wedding invitations. King Solomon wanted…
Even when it’s quiet it’s never really silent. Like hearing the ocean in a seashell, there are always soft sounds that whisper. I rest my head on your chest to…
Do we hold memory or does memory hold us, gathering and trading as it moves along on its way, holding onto bits it chooses, tossing others without a care as…
I like chocolate and champagne, though not necessarily at the same time. Milk chocolate is best— complemented with salted caramel turns best into bestest. I’m not really fussy about chocolate,…
The baby in the picture knows who’s in charge. Her expression says put up your dukes, you know I’m gonna win this round and all the rest. I’m too darn…
A hint of scent carries me away to other times and places, some sweet, some bittersweet. A co-worker’s perfume transports me back to first grade where Mrs. Eggers smiles and…
Things have been quiet around here lately. I want to apologize for that. Life often gets in the way, as I’m sure you’re all aware. But it’s April. Poetry Month….
For hundreds of years the ballet has brought beauty and grace to a world sorely lacking. There’s a catch of breath as we watch a ballerina fly, almost as though…
