Steps
Steps, steps, steps, steps Mushy too muddy January steps New Year's steps Pulled down by Last year's weight. My legs could carry a...
O' Fearless
I want every blog I write to connect with my life in some way. At times the text is a kind of wonderment with literacy lilt. Other...
A Year for Romance
My heart reads blank, Veins dry of ink. My story dreamed, Is still a mystery. I'm ever worried about telling someone else's story wrong....
Tin Star
Snow is white. Snow is water. It should wash, not rust, the Christmas star. I let the dust stay. It’s only tin. Like the stars the...
Just (an) Orange in my Stocking
Sunrises in Wisconsin don’t depend on snow for brilliance. Instead it’s the angle of light responsible for very vibrant bursts. Crisp...
One Night of Hanukkah: Bird Excerpt
Savta Hanna shifted from one foot to the other and pulled the bag in close to her again in an attempt to move away from where the...
What's the Bee Busy About?
“Busy,” my dad quotes a line, from someone, someone old that he knew or maybe someone knowledgeable that he didn’t. “But what are we...
Every Time a Bell Rings
Holiday commercials warm the television screen. I don't mind them. In fact, I generally find them soothing, except for the Salvation...
Book Cover
A story is swirling. Water drips over me in the shower. It reminds me of my grandmother's paint brush dripping with water. Without...