Why Do I Write?I moved a few things in the pantry. And there it was—an envelope of zinnia seeds, hidden away. Zinnia seeds, out of place, come as a...
Going Home: A MemoirKindest friends, Some of you know that I have been working on Lee Farrier’s memoir. He is 90 years old, and he has an amazing story—one...
Fix-it PeopleWhen you first meet them, they seem like regular guys, like folks you might bump into at Lowe’s or in a hardware store. I have many...
I Do Miss BookstoresIn April, I went in for my regular doctor’s visit. When she asked how I was, I told her that I felt like I was on the edge of depression....
TeachersIt’s the month of May! Graduation is coming, and Mother’s Day just passed. My mama is gone, but I remember how she made efforts to teach...
Making Meaning Out of the WorldLet me begin by saying I believe in poetry. It is the way some of us make meaning out of the messiness of the world. I think it helps me...
The GiftA man handed me a mask. Next, he took my temperature and asked a series of questions to make sure I felt good. Afterwards, I walked past...
Bouncing Back!Where I live in the Ozarks, we do not yet have greening trees, but we do have bursting daffodils! Nature is determined to do her ancient...
Walnuts & How I Remember ItThe sky grew darker in the afternoon. Then the rain and wind began to wham the black walnuts onto the rooftop. I stayed inside, watching...
Thank You, Dear ReadersOn November 7 in 2016, I set up a blog on my website. I have posted to it weekly ever since then. The posts turned out to be flash...