I received an email from a friend recently, and the subject line came in a form of question. Where are you? She noticed I have been MIA. I haven’t posted on Instagram, or Facebook. I haven’t returned text, phone calls, or emails and I haven’t written or sent out my weekly blog post. I responded.…
I was sitting outside when the hummingbird fluttered past the purple petunias Nancy gifted me. I shifted in my new blue chair to see the hummingbird better, but it flew away. It returned a few minutes later to drink nectar from the red kalanchoes, Joy dug up from her garden and gave me two years…
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.…