My Foe Is MeI’m okay with the earth sleeping in the winter. I can take a break from foliage, petals, colors, but when the skies stay gray day after...
Heavy WindSaturday morning. Skies are clear. An hour after awakening, my husband shows me the two tall pines we lost in the night. One lays toppled...
Giving Thanks in the Midst of SmokeI am blessed to know a woman with the attitude of gratitude. Her name is Mary Kathryn Marcom. She lives north of San Francisco where...
Voting at Lone RockMidmorning. We entered the parking lot at the church where we vote. We could not believe our eyes. So many cars. Wonderful turnout. We...
Wisdom I’ve Borrowed from FriendsI have been highly blessed to have known wise women during my lifetime. What a difference they have made. Sometimes they appeared one at...
And So, I Don’t Have to Hurry...I look across the hayfield and see nothing but Queen Anne’s Lace, a field of wildflowers. Something is wrong here. Instead of hay, we...
Welcoming StrangersI did not put on makeup today. Just didn’t waste the time or makeup. I have a self-imposed deadline. Focused. Busy. Putting a manuscript...
Connecting, Heart to HeartI keep bumping into people who look fine on the outside. When I stay quiet and listen, they talk on. That person is leaving a familiar...
Anger at SelfAlmost August. My last two months are full of eustress* and distress: a family wedding, reunions, trips, plans broken, lack of rain,...
Instructions on How to Not Give UpMore than the garden phlox growing rotund heads, more than the display of bright red canna tongues shoving their way upward toward sky,...