My grandparents moved to Cumberland on a donkey.They padded the donkey, placed two baskets on each side, and in one basket, they put uncle Lee and in the other, my mother. There was a hole in the basket that carried mother. Halfway through the journey, my mother fell out, and wasn't missed until my…
A few days ago, Chris and I took a walk along the bay.
The breeze blew, the pelicans flew, and Chris and I strolled by. He looked mostly at the water on our left, and I admired the houses on our right.I stopped at one house, in particular, that had a glasshouse in the backyard. I…
It's been taunting me for about a month now, sneaking from behind my back like a coward, pressing into my chest, and forcing me to question my body and sanity. I stopped drinking coffee and turned my wine glass down.Yet, the pressure anchoredand the fire blazed across my chest and moved into my…
In just a few minutes, Barbara prepares a daily feast — and she is her guest.
At the beginning of Lent, I pledged to write and post on my blog each day. In the beginning, I wrote about places I've lived, the beauty of spring, and indulging in small pleasures. I was planning to finish strong, but Monday morning I woke up with an aching, pressure in my chest.Those two…
Serge had unconsciously or intentionally neglected to tell us that his condo was in a retirement community. Inside, we unpacked suitcases and our minds. Outside, elderly couples walked their dogs, watered their flowers and waved hello to passersby.
They had a leisurely way of embracing their days, and Chris and I follow their lead.…