Dandelion Wine. I’ve never tasted it, but reading Ray Bradbury’s book of that title, makes me long to. Summer in a bottle is how Mr. Bradbury describes the wine; glowing and warm,…
My Corner of the Canyon
The fence. I have passed it many times, hundreds of times, countless times. It was brown, wooden and weathered with carved flame designs placed here and there. The fence was something familiar,…
From time to time I peruse the job posts in hopes of finding the perfect occupation. Starting a whole new life choice where I am doing good work that pays a…
Once, when maybe eight years old, I was inspired to write a poem. It came to me suddenly, clearly, almost divinely. Yes, the words flowed forth and were written swiftly with a…
My bougainvillea are browned and withered. I tried to coax them along, speaking compliments aloud, admiring the bright orange flowers and the deep pink, gay and riotous, at last beginning to climb…
In the days prior to an outpatient procedure which, though minor, requires anesthetic, I ponder my mortality. Suppose I never wake up? Could happen. Just look at Joan Rivers. As I…
As I write this, the Twilight Zone marathon is on and the remaining hours of the year 2018 are running down. Old Man Old Year is limping along on his last legs,…
On the Monday after Thanksgiving I awoke in panic. My children had been home for four days and then returned to their schools up North. I was shocked and horrified to realize…
The colors splay across the November sky; purples, pinks, and deep streaks of orange, as if a bit of splendid Halloween magic still lingered there in the sunset, low and close, like…
Ah, it’s the time of year when the veil is thin, the golden time of year when leaves and secrets are carried through the air, when something is whispered in the wind.…