I am beginning the year for the third time. At least that’s the way I see it. The first time I welcome it with everyone on planet Earth....

Last time, I reminisced on my fascination with books of all sizes and genres. Also, I admitted a yearning to pen words to paper that...

Turning the index-sized library card in my hands, I wondered how this piece of thick manila could be so powerful. I had dreamed of this...

There they were, standing in emerald gardens overlooking the tranquil lily padded waters. Arms stretched with hands held tight, their...

My fingers are playing a keyboard sonata as this piece is crafted. Conditioned to a clean copy, the days of “white-out” and torn-up pages...

Navigating the grocery cart so as not to tip a display, I was detoured to the festive aisle, one I had planned to visit another day. But...

Sometime ago when I was employed at a local agency, the break room was the place to engage peers in a friendly banter. There was one...

Icy rain tapped on the windows and steam from boiling pots warmed the house. I was reminded of such a day years ago when our four...

The time had come to put away "Christmas." With a sigh I packed away a pile of garlands when my eye caught the sparkle of a crystal...

I worried watching my adult son balance himself on a tall ladder. He cautiously unraveled a set of tangled holiday lights. Anchoring the...

The first light frolics through the curtain. Everything aches and I’m ironing-board stiff. Ugh. Rubbing back and leg muscles, glad...

The doctor said I would know. Coming in from the driveway, a tremendous jolt pierced me like a workman’s drill. The surge began from the...

As far back an I can remember, I liked to walk. Everywhere. To school, to work. To visit a friend. Today was no different. Eagar for an...

I enjoy taking a long walk. It’s a favorite exercise that helps oil my aging body machine. Outside the door the cerulean sky and wooded...

That day temperatures were climbing higher and higher. I was thinking of filling the kids’ old pool and sticking my feet in…or readying...

My husband walked in the front door, his face rumpled like a paper bag and his lips pursed in astonishment. He muttered strange...

As I adjusted my sunglasses, I checked my watch. Again. There was no way that this car full would be dropped off in time. But safety...

Hands full of groceries, my foot clumsily held open the storm door. Cradling the bags on one arm, I hastily pulled the key from my pocket...

I awoke to the early morning light and a drone-like flurry of “bees.” Moving up the shade, my eyes took in the parade of heavy wood...

Throwing open the front door, a shot of frigid air slapped my face and numbed my fingers. Heavy snowflakes quickly perched on my sleeve...