Recently I had cause to spend a couple of nights in an old abandoned farmhouse, moving out decades worth of stored furniture. I was both relieved and disappointed that there […]
I’m worried, I said to my sister, half a country away. I am too, she said. I remember a news item, little commented upon, a little more than a month […]
One year my boyfriend told me he had to get his cousin a Christmas present and asked me to help him pick something out. I was truly so naive I […]
Scrolling through Twitter yesterday, two tweets stayed with me. One shows goth rocker Alice Cooper serving meals at a homeless shelter, but it wasn’t his rock and rollishness that stood […]
If there is a heaven, it’s searching through a crowd for someone you have been separated from, someone you can’t wait to see.
We talk about reaching solid ground and solid ground does not exist. The ground is faulted; necessarily so. Balance is an illusion.
Little signs of life in a big landscape.
Clint Miller, who was once my husband for 19 years, and my friend even longer, has died.
Truth is stranger than fiction, they say, and they are right, at least sometimes. I know someone struck by lightning three times. Two of America’s Founding Fathers died on July […]
The Growth by Sandra Stephens