And, Yet The face of the garden has been scrubbed clean by the icy winds of winter. They have left behind only those most primary shades ...

Laughing Later Part Two ..... What if he didn’t show up. What if he couldn’t fix the car. What if he turned out to be a homicidal mania...

Laughing Later We said we would laugh about it later, both of us a tad uncertain how long it might take for the experience to become funny....

Anniversary There are roses on my bedside table. I am a lucky girl. It is my wedding anniversary. And this is the best poem for today. *...

Enjoying January January is a nesting month. The pages of the calendar are a bit clearer now, our schedules not quite so demanding. In co...

Behind My Frosted Windows It is impossible to wander this planet and not be humbled in the face of its abundant curiousities, wonders I ca...

Biscuits I love to cook. Really. At night, I often curl up in bed with a cookbook, reading it like a novel. I have cooked dinners for fa...