No one tells you when you get there. No one says: You are now entering the gate of Old Age. I guess we’re just supposed to figure it out...

We were living in emotional turmoil. My first husband and I were separated at the time. I was busy being a mom and teaching sons to sit...

Pecan pie is part of celebration or a happy time for me. I know it’s full of sugar, but a small slice once a month won’t undo my life....

This one tree is symbolic for many people of the resurrection of the Christ. A cross is in the blossom. It usually blooms in early April,...

Again, here I am, seven years later, asking myself: What was this cancer thing about? I was a mental health counselor for 20 years, so I...

I have done the dishes, folded laundry, baked a casserole, opened and closed the door for the dogs umpteen times. I am Queen Busy. I do...

What is this about? I probably go to lunch with one of my friends twice a month. I couldn’t care less about where we go, how fancy it is,...

Racing across the parking lot at the public library, I look up and see broken clouds. I’ve seen them before, but today I really see them....

She was probably in her seventies. Salt-and-pepper hair. Her cart was stalled, and she was looking at vases in an aisle in the Dollar...

I’m sharing a poem today. It was written by Bob Hicok. I came across it days before my support group met. (I facilitate a support group...