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Once he took me to see a movie, “The Ten Commandments,” with Charlton Heston. I am not sure why he chose that movie. He wasn’t much for...

The odyssey of sorting, purging and packing started in September when my husband “retired” from clinical practice. That resulted in an...

As the experience of intense driving and motel rooms between Colorado and here recede into memory, I find that we are relaxing a more and...

I’ve been eating a lot of my meals at the food co-op. Fresh green drinks and kim-che, the kind of stuff that makes some of my friends...

We are meeting our new neighbors. We share a driveway with a young couple that have small children. I like having kids next door. They...

Recently I’ve been following a blog by Ruth Rainwater. It’s a simple blog that lists a different gratitude every day. I look forward to...

Day three of the drive from Colorado to Oregon got prettier with each passing mile. The high Nevada desert gave way to California cotton...

Some drives are just not all that thought-provoking.  This was one such day where I swam in the useless and the mundane to occupy my time...

The announcement about our move went out the morning that we finished packing up our house in Colorado. The movers loaded up 25 years of...

My friend Susan returned from retreat and showed me the rosary that she had made; read to me the prayers that she had written and prayed....

Today “The Daily Writing Prompt” arrived in the email. Like a siren of the sea, I was seduced to put down the packing tape and pick up...

These past months have brought about a whirlwind of change and resolve and there are days that I marvel at how life continues to build...

The woman lives next door to me and I often see her when I pull out of my driveway or when I am walking back from the lake and we smile...

I sang in the choir, directed by Mrs. Luella Parsons. Mrs. Parsons had bluish grey hair that she sprayed into a helmet on her head. Her...

A special kind of foolishness has compelled me in the past to make the drive to my favorite trail when the roads are slick from a...

My prose teacher at college lived an artist’s life. I am not going to name her or my college, because I adored her. But…she was part of...

On the other hand it is acceptable to brag about your grand-kids, your new living room couch or published works. I do not have any of ...

Note from the author: Excerpts from the story, “The Angel Twin” are not installments given in particular order of the story.  They are...

Week one was nothing short of committed, inspired and focused. Week two has been kicking my little yaya sideways with a leathery old boot...

Note:  This is another excerpt from the NaNoWriMo Challenge.  I don’t post continuous excerpts and only plan on doing a few.  Keep in...