As this new year leaps forward, I yearn to jump boldly into what lies ahead. But there are still green and red ribbons to tuck away in box after box to stack high. My arms are weary. The momentum of the seasonal anticipation has halted. And the toasty holiday flame within me now has cooled embers. Without a match to rekindle. Definitely not the way to begin a new year. Because I have become ill. But not with need of a box of tissues or cough syrup. Instead, I am overtaken by

Opening wide the front door, I was greeted with eager eyes and toothy smiles. Puffs of savory as well sweet poured out the door coating everyone with holiday goodness. Anticipation was running high as everyone burst in with the hope of luscious bites to tease their tongue and satisfy their tummies. Engaging conversation would then swirl and entice setting a happy tone as well as ear-deafening noise. The tummy swell would later peak with coffee and whipped-cream-topped pumpkin

Chilly rain and gusts of wind swept through me wishing I had grabbed a warmer jacket. Sliding into the bucket seat of my son’s car, I fluffed my straggly wet fro.  “So, let’s go buy those cinnamon donuts and pumpkin coffee.” The back of my hand swiped my mouth, watering in anticipation. “Yep,“ my son replied, looking over at me with a mischievous grin. “We will do that but we first we must do this,” he said as he took a quick turn into the dim storybook-like woods. My eyes op

I awoke with a startle and a shiver. Time to make the coffee, one of my favorite things. It’s bloom of decadent goodness so enticing…so...

Eyes were melting through my back.  Both my arms were crammed with assorted spiritual readings for purchase, ready to showcase...

The doorbell rang. Oh no! They were early. My to-do list was still miles long. The day was humid and in the high nineties. I dabbed the...

One Sunday mid-afternoon, we rushed through our plate of pasta and meatballs and quickly rinsed the dishes in the sink. Then we changed...

Shivering, the morning chill nipped at my toes. Easing the shutters, I peeked through the slats, lifting my cheek to the bright sun, its...

One day long ago, I stood outside my apartment waiting for my friend’s mini-car to arrive. Our plans were to travel some distance to a...

Thin streams of golden sunlight were skipping over the tulip folds on the drape in my bedroom. Its time! Wiping the stardust from my...

Today was the day. Taking a final walk with an infant in carriage, we paid a last visit to the neighborhood that had been home. My mind...

In the earlier days of growing up, I was awe-struck by our blurry black and white television. A metallic box of sorts, it balanced on an...

Surfing the channels with the remote, it landed on a happening of the moment. A holiday-decorated news station appeared with its staff...

I had almost waited too long. Tightening a bow on my walking sneakers, I headed out. My favorite season was beckoning … no time to wash...

Ugh. I wiped the sweat beading on my brow and took a breath. An immense holiday ham was staring up at me. It was securely tucked into the...

It's that time of year. Outside is sultry and bright and the temperature brain fogging.  An ice-cream cone a must. I want to grab a tree...

My weary body settled into a favorite rocker and picked up an interesting novel and our hand-held remote. Which will it be? The day had...

Yes, you heard right. The honeysuckle breeze is tingling my nose. The gardens are calling and I am listening. Last year there was...

Swinging open the refrigerator door, I leaned into the shelves and gazed. Nothing was exciting. Easter was just celebrated and now the...

The morning rays are easing through the folds of the bedroom curtain. Pulling the covers over my head, I press the snooze button in my...