My Mother’s Orange Tree
Once again, allow me to share one of my favorite family stories. . . On December 7th, 1941, my mother was at her friend Louise’s house. They were picking the [...]
Once again, allow me to share one of my favorite family stories. . . On December 7th, 1941, my mother was at her friend Louise’s house. They were picking the [...]
A winter's poem I wrote a few decades ago. In December the sky darkened but a star cracked the blackness to perch like a red bird on the waiting finger [...]
I first wrote and published this piece several years ago when Barack Obama was president and John Boehner was speaker of the house, and we were in the midst of [...]
This poem continues my theme of December oranges, but also serves as a holiday warning: don't let this season try your patience and drive you to exhaustion! Remember, the smartest [...]
Continuing my December theme, I give you my own personal ode to oranges. . . Oranges are loud. Oranges are splashy. They are not subtle. They are not shy. They [...]
I wrote this piece with my Thursday night group. I changed most of the prompts, but perhaps you may still recognize them: the child, September, denigration, breakage, loss of youth, rust, crawling [...]
Wishing you a Blessed Solstice, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year! I'm feeling the need for a long winter's nap. See you in January. . . Photo by Ben White on [...]
Greetings! This week I've updated a Christmas post from a few years past. It seems more meaningful than ever right now. Long ago, in the pagan cultures of the far [...]
Last week I listed a few of my favorite books for cold weather reading and gifting. This week, allow me to tell you about a few of my favorite read-aloud picture [...]
I’ve heard it said that Russian novels are so long because Russian winters are so cold! What better way to spend time inside than reading a book? In Iceland I hear [...]