A Rummage (verb) to search unsystematically and untidily through a mass or receptacle. The particular receptacle is a chest of drawers that I bought in the 1980s. Though it was …

During a walk around the yard this week, I spotted a gang of mushrooms. They sprouted overnight in defiance of our grass. Still the lot of them looked a tad …

1One deep dark night this week amid revelations of sleep, I heard a chirp – a shriek – a buzz. I struggled to wake up. A bird outside the window …

I wistfully gaze at a case of jitters – bitten finger nails, they come and go as raggedy registration of my nervous system. But then I brighten at the sight …

Thich Nhat Hanh once said, “every child is born in the garden of humanity as a flower.” Dalton and I delivered our first exotic bud during the wee hours of …

My farmers delivered the first basket of a CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) summer subscription today. They placed their weekly art on our front porch like the sacred offering it is. …

I have always had a preference for old people. Good thing since now I are one. My mother had some sadness as she began to part with her youthful beauty. …

As my son-in-law once said about my daughter’s cooking abilities after they married – “This is a bonus!” He was as clueless to that perk as I was to what …

I saw a story about a woman who frantically dropped her sick father off at the emergency room. He was in such bad shape that she neglected to say she …

Music and the blessed memories it evokes. During these days full of quiet, songs twirl in my head. Sheltering at home, mental filing cabinets open and lingering lyrics show themselves. …