November 28, 2016

It is either a cyst or the cancer is back. I found it, but my heart is ungrateful. More information after a biopsy and days of waiting.

Immediately, I feel empty. I pray but wonder if my prayers are heard. They probably are. After all, I am a child of God. After all, if...

November 21, 2016

It is the week before Thanksgiving, and the oak leaves are yellowing.

I am with others helping a friend pack up to move back to the Chicago area to live with her son. It is hard for her to leave, but she knows she must go.

I like her need for order, whether things are pa...

November 14, 2016

It was after we had voted, after teasing with friends at the precinct, after meeting the man who owned the persimmon tree.

Heading home, my husband and I were riding the mountains, still green with crowns of red and purple foliage. A perfect fall day. Suddenly, he pulls...

November 7, 2016

My art teacher placed paper and pencil in front of me. Then she arranged a few zinnias and put the vase on the table. Her instruction was to draw the bouquet. No shading. Just outline them.

I froze. I could pick up the pencil and tap it on the paper, but I could not dra...

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