Hemlock
Sitting. Staring at blankness, hearing the fan knock woodenly as it’s rotation reaches an end point. There is a ballpoint pen in …
Sitting. Staring at blankness, hearing the fan knock woodenly as it’s rotation reaches an end point. There is a ballpoint pen in …
I was standing in the garden watching the flowers dance in the wind and the wind bringing an occasional brief …
I photograph flowers. Ordinary flowers. Tulip and Iris in the spring, Columbines in summer and Dahlia’s, Gladiolas and Sunflowers in …
It was shortly after the devastating earthquakes had leveled dozens of villages in Nepal when I returned to my favorite …
I remember their hands wrinkled and warm, ticklish and playful, gentle and safe as they held and touched me before …
I was invited to write about Hope for a Christian blog site and initially I thought I might write about …
I have a friend who has a nasty dis-ease and every day I see him I see the toll it takes. It …