I watch a little one’s fascination with soft skin. “Old and baggy," the jaded call it. But to the innocent’s eyes, it's soft and magic. I remember staring at my grandmother’s hands, feeling her blue veins and soft skin.
I… Read more
NW Iowa Sunset, December 26, 2013
It's winter in the northern hemisphere. We've passed beyond the "darkest" day of the year. The sun has begun it's slow ascent, reaching a little higher in the sky every day. The ground lays…Read more
May 28, 2013
Dear Mom, Thank you for the birthday pot that you bought me last month! Please tell Dad that I nurtured my inner farm-girl and planted some basil. I think it likes being by the piano window. I’ve… Read more
This past January, I made a personal commitment to take monthly voice lessons. I came home from a lesson in April, and journaled the following experience:
I can hear it. The anxiety mounts. My brain kicks into full-banter mode, "Ugh…Read more
Adapted from a journal entry on December 30, 2010 I'm delayed in the Denver airport due to weather...not a surprising occurrence in the mile high city during winter. I stand in line to order a meal at Panda Express. Balancing… Read more
He said his name was Todd and that he felt at home in the Dallas Airport. We were wandering among a sea of men and women dressed in BDU’s. It was the middle of October, and I was loaded down…
"Six feet of clay makes every man equal," the epitaph reads. I stop in my tracks. That's quite a final statement to leave to the living. My mind spins. What would inspire this? A lifetime of events epitomizing… Read more
So...I've gotten a bit attached to a cricket in my house. It's the singing thing. We both do it, and his chirping from sunset until early morning sounds like a lullaby to me. Maybe it's because it reminds me of… Read more