On my way to town, I drive past houses where smoke from chimneys curls upward. It’s comforting to watch the updraft. I suddenly recall...

How any poem is created is a mystery to me. How concrete (shape) poems like the three below happen is an even greater mystery. I had...

Midmorning. We entered the parking lot at the church where we vote. We could not believe our eyes. So many cars. Wonderful turnout. We...

Sweater weather. Friday afternoon: I arrive at the Mennonite Fellowship Building located behind the church, beside the creek. Laughter. I...

I have been highly blessed to have known wise women during my lifetime. What a difference they have made. Sometimes they appeared one at...

In the warp and woof of daily living, no one is perfect. No one is doing it just right all the time. You know that, right? Life can be...

Jimmy, my husband, actually posed this question in the truck. I laughed and changed the topic. I could not deal with it at the time....

I read these words this past week in someone else’s writing. My heart immediately jumped. Confirmation. Me, too. God called me to write,...

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...

No idea, no clue how this happens. In the thick of the day, I can be as solid as rock, hard as I need to be, and then, safe enough to be...