Take what’s still given? I do take it; I take whatever is offered. I blank on the rest, push it aside. Yet, as I sit on this airplane and watched young parents with babies and children, I can’t help but…

We are all limited by what we think we deserve .....and when it comes to the knowledge of our futures, we are all limited by what we don't even know what we don't know..... what we don't know we don't…

Life can be cute sometimes, but mostly it is not.

Is she a friend? Can I call Danielle a friend? Well, I will. Danielle is married to my stepson Paul, the youngest son of my deceased husband. That does not make him young. None of us is young. In any…

Boo’s Way Dogs will eat anything. Anything. One dog of ours successfully ate and digested most of a white stripes cd when he was a pup. Another actually ate the front cover of my son’s Spanish Book but I told…

In this season of spirit and shortened days of quiet and unruly uncertaintude the tidings and tides of the world (which way sway, which way aft) there resides, rides collides, the question of what is given and what is left…

When I taught high school I would have my students journal every morning for 10 minutes on a prompt. That’s an example of what teachers call a ‘sponge’ activity. It allows for latecomers to catch up and for everyone else…

(Here is more from this character) I put the phone back in the pocket of my dad’s barn jacket, and crossed the street to the rental car, which was costing me so much per day, I might as well be…

Oh, I’m asking all right. In an hour and a half I’ll ask the doctor (the PA whom l. has no confidence in—in fact the mention of such a person makes her angry). I’m asking for a relief from this…

1, Stop talking to people. Especially the people you live with. You can nod and smile meaninglessly as you pass one another that's probably all they want. If your cat is exceptionally empathetic, you can try him/her/they. You can definitely…

The darkness came immediately and engulfing, smothering her more than the hood over her head. The last daylight, an hour, maybe two ago, already a fleeting lifetime. Heaviness from all sides pressuring her hand to reflexively seek her chest, to…