Dandelion Wine. I’ve never tasted it, but reading Ray Bradbury’s book of that title, makes…
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In the early ‘90s, natural birth was all the rage. The Lamaze class made it…
Despite the bracing chill and ensuing rainstorm on Sunday, a substantial crowd filled the field…
The fence. I have passed it many times, hundreds of times, countless times. It was…
Once, when maybe eight years old, I was inspired to write a poem. It came…
My bougainvillea are browned and withered. I tried to coax them along, speaking compliments aloud,…
In the days prior to an outpatient procedure which, though minor, requires anesthetic, I ponder…
