The word “interlude” keeps popping to mind. Perfect wordage for the times, don’t you think? Here’s why. When I looked it up, I found that an interlude is a transitional …

Inside the home office that D and I share is a doorway to what I believe was an afterthought sort of half bath. The builder included the tiny space for …

“ONGoodness!” was a recent translation by way of my grandson Robert. Really how else to make use of the ubiquitous OMG in the world of a five year old? And …

They are speaking in quiet, respectful tones. My maternal grandmother bends over the bed and strokes the thin pieces of wool that are lined up there. A paper sketch showing …

A mini dress should not be the ensemble of choice when working on the railroad. It was while watching the post civil war/first transcontinental railroad television series Hell On Wheels …

Home economics teacher Claire O’Neal took a bow while facing our sanctuary on her 98th birthday. Her tiny person wished the congregation as many wonderful years as she had lived. …

Have we stopped to consider the cost of misreading another’s emotional state in the new world of masked encounters? To smile or not to smile? Can we even begin to …

Even before I was officially pronounced a human being with a spinal S curve, I was attracted to the asymmetrical – contrasting patterns, uneven hem lines, opposing ideas, cottage gardening …

Amidst the peculiarity of the past few months, a woman knocked on our front door and asked D for a handout. He obliged. I am all in on such things. …

A summer benediction for under-prized Southern yumminess is on my mind. In other lands, the subject is referred to as ladies’ fingers. Memories materialize for me by way of aerial …