The creek bed of my childhood had gentle eddies and slow swirling currents, abundant stepping rocks and a small stone bridge to shelter...

Memories.

I didn’t write a word the whole week, but still the part of me that is usually only satiated by writing was fulfilled. I was creating...

sometimes, just sometimes, there is something beyond words

County Fair.

Last night we went to the county fair, the mid-way seemed shrunken, the children less wide eyed, the number of goats and sheep and cows...

The Wild.

I reside in the shelter of a house with all the conveniences, but I still live in the country. I share my geography with deer, turkeys,...

Yes, I am going to write something about Trayvon Martin..

If we change the heart of the story, can we change the ending? Writers explore the context of the world we inhabit. Some of us with poem...

Every time a woman picks up a pen, I feel stronger..

A long time ago, before the age of the internet, I belonged to a group of writers that met weekly for over ten years. We met in the...

I do pay attention; the changing color of the leaves, which happens all through the year from their tender openings in spring through the...

I’ve been listening to a number of interviews with writers lately and am reminded that writing serves as a reflection not only of my own...

Deciding to move to a once a week, mid week posting. So appreciate the time taken in reading my posts and letting me know this is a...

I have spent the past week not being able to center. I don’t know the reason, I could make a long list; our new grandchild, the garden,...

Everyday needs collide with the writing life.

We are moving into summer. This morning there was heat just past sunrise, and by mid-morning the birds’ songs are lackadaisical. The day...

Letters, markings, symbols representing sounds, images, imaginings, concepts, stories. When I take time to step back and look at my hand...

What I see outside my window is silence. I don’t mean there are no sounds, but rather there is an absence of noise, I hear a woodpeckers...