Whose Garden?
Will Mr. Shakespeare I wonder what you would think of our garden of verse Language has morphed far from the lilting phraseology of...
A King Arthur Home
An age-spotted hand pulls back faded flour sack curtains in the window of an old run-down farmhouse A woman gray hair combed neatly...
Worthy
Mom won every game we played: Candy Land, Go Fish, Gin Rummy for a penny a point, Clue. She won. I rebelled. She wanted me to be a lady,...
Past Treasures
An everyday dress hangs in the cobweb-shrouded attic, draped on a padded dressmaker’s form. It belonged to a grandmother, a few greats...
The Blessing Basket
The blessing basket reminds us that even though our lives may have a scarcity of the things we want, or think we need, and may seem...
Living Posthumously
Our lives are lived posthumously. The only truly fresh moment is when we emerge from the womb. Every other breath we take after the first...