Mid-week. I head down an aisle in Walmart. There, I see what looks like R2-D2. You remember him from Star Wars, right? He’s the short,...

According to the weatherman, it’s not winter yet. But here I am with a blanket and huddled next to the fire, watching dried cottonwood...

We’d come from the doctor’s office. Guess we were hungry. Or was it the coziness of the café we needed? The body knows about pain. It has...

My October was filled with dreams, leaves, critiques, a presentation, visit with a sister, maples, a retreat, and gathering books for a...

Through the modest window above their bed, the young woman lay still and listened to voices of passersby with words lifting and falling....

I never thought about living in a nursing home until a social worker declared that Mother needed the care given in such a place. The...

Bright and sassy, Joy caught a cowbird with a broken leg. She mended it, taught it to whistle, named it Ringo, gave it a television. ...

Outside, a scowling mass of black clouds refuses to let a ray of light pass through. Leaves tug at trees. Thunder crumples sky,...

I tried to write two different blogs this week. Neither worked. So, I’m telling a story. Not just any story—a close-to-the-heart, real...

A friend said she was once told “to get over it” when talking about a loss. A cruel comment, in my opinion. No matter if I lose my...