I talked with my husband on the porch in front of the elephant ears. “Jimmy, who was your first grade teacher?” I asked. “Mrs. Davis.”...

Summer heat waves added stress and strain to our corner of the world this August. I often scanned a cloudless sky. Usually, no moisture...

This is August. It’s hot. Our granddaughter Haven is staying with us this month. The day starts by making a list of what we’ll do that...

It may only last for thirty minutes, but I could count on my parents’ coffee time as predictable and sweet. A nice memory. Today, the sun...

This past week was parching. Is the whole world on fire? I wondered. Has every other August been like this? We have two dogs. I let them...

Stung five times this past week. They live in secret homes under ground. You do not know they are around, but if you run a mower or...

We had a simple meal tonight, but there was something about the order that was appealing to me. Peace in the orderliness? Maybe that’s...

Being home this week had nothing to do with the pandemic. It’s more about getting that manuscript completed for Lee Farrier, who is...

As a kid, I was accused of being in my own little world. I suppose I still am. If you can get lost in a book, flowers, a project, or a...

A gift is something given. It’s given out of love. It may be given to help another, to connect with another, to encourage another. No...