Monthly Archives: November 2012

I did that wandering-in-circles thing at first, looked at prices glued under fancy coffee cups while waiting for the bathroom, wondered why a broken French Press was still on display. I came here for mental quiet and possibly the opening … Continue reading →

Spirit can not be encased like art souls glide beside our eyes on wings spread wide as the sea small as nothing living in two worlds We carried each other Beside winter’s snow laden pine I call your name listen … Continue reading →

I remember her coming in the front door, a full bag of groceries in each arm. Not the plastic kind that hang off your wrist and leave a long red dent in your skin. No, they hadn’t been invented yet. … Continue reading →

I didn’t write yesterday or the day before because everyone is getting older and we all talk in complete sentences. That’s what I tell myself, but really I was too shy to try, to give the insights, memories, current observations … Continue reading →

When he got dressed this morning it became clear that Devyn needs new clothes, again. We’ve hit that point. For years, he could wear the same shirts for two or three years. My children grow as I did, steady and … Continue reading →