Life and change are inseparable.
…Silence drips like water in a garden…
I’m not sure Texas got the memo that there’s a season between winter and summer.
What is Friday 13?
A dramatic narration.
Spring is back and Life is here – what will you risk for it?
You find ghosts in the oddest of places. Mine haunted a news page.
Massachusetts springtime, Indiana summer – where am I again?
I’ve seen trees before. I grew up around trees and even had what I would call good relationships with many of them. Call it the famed Midwestern friendliness.
I didn’t give you a story and I didn’t make you up.