The gardener digs in another time, without past or future, beginning or end…Here is the Amen beyond the prayer. Derek Jarman “I like the way the air is moving,” said …

I’m not scared of the inky hours anymore. Darkness turned me into a nail bitter around the four year mark. The reason I know this is because our house at …

Grappling with life’s mysteries, I long for a cultivated society where newborns receive a heads up on the ministration of teeth. A possible tooth travelogue issued to the proud parents …

Considering the startling installments through which we’ve lived, surely you’ll pause when I tell you that while tossing a bag of aluminum cans into a recycle bin, I saw a …

In groundhog fashion last week I exited from my hole to case the joint and test the weather. The outdoor nature of March is well defined in its quirkiness: In …

Idling in a quadruple line of automobiles stretching far as the eye could see, I watched the nurse who would give me my first Covid vaccine. We shared more than …

My California cousin Dede sent me a photo of our Mississippi Delta grandparents. C.M. and Margaret had photographed each other in the backyard of their Yazoo City home. They were …

What’s clear to me today is that once upon a time I took a mental snapshot and pressed into memory an interior space that I wanted for my own. For …

Have you ever noticed how a certain purity of essence can pour from one human being to another? Often the speaker of truth is not even aware of their influence, …

We glided up beside the gas pumps each topped with a glass crown. The filling station was across the street from my Grandfather’s office, a cube-like space where he, 2 …