Silhouette in the morning, Jamaica
“Where am I?” my inner voice asked. Don’t get me wrong, friends I know where I am physically. I’m standing at the kitchen sink gazing out the window. On the right of my periphery there is a basil plant I carried inside a few weeks back when close-to-freezing temp threatened to flash-freeze the…
“Good morning ladies and gentlemen in about fifteen minutes, we’ll be having our children’s story time,” the woman announces over the intercom. When Markolee couldn't get enough of Mercy Watson Hubby and I are sitting in the magazine section of Barnes and Noble. He is turning the pages of an Art and Design magazine…
One bite of the blueberry muffin awakens a flavor-memory deep in my psyche archived in the folder titled: DELICIOUS! Zahara's Delicious Blueberry Muffin Zahara was eight years old when she asked if she could bake cookies by herself. “By myself,” she repeated slowly and with emphasis. I toiled over the dangers of the…
At twilight I rolled up my leggings Inched my feet into the sea And sauntered to meet the sunrise. I stood in the glow of it And let my skin steep in the the new light. WalkingAt noon I ordered a pina colada, Hubby ordered a beer We sat at the tiki bar Watched our…