A Long Life and Three Cats
It was the end of the day and she could finally sit down. Her feet hurt and were swollen; even the expensive shoes she...
Cookie – My First Dog
Spring was gently working its way to the farm, day by day pushing the winter chill away. The days were getting warmer and the...
In Our Dreams
The night is cold and quiet, sleep awaits us for only then can we roam free in our dreams. We may travel far and...
Granddaddy’s Walking Stick
Granddaddy was a wood carver for fun and a farmer by trade. At the end of a long workday, you would find him sitting...
My Best Friend
Stevie was my first friend, long before either of us even went to school. We often dressed up like cowboys and rode tobacco stick...
The Way Of Being
My Daddy was a quiet man with a silence that was void of sounds; yet, you could feel a powerful and profound essence within...
The Pulse Of The Night
It seems that many creative people come alive at three a.m. That is when the mind is the most clear and words and images...
The Wanting
Often in life, the wanting is more exciting than the actual getting. You can imagine how great it will be, what you will do...
The Silent Note
There was a song within her that needed to be written but the keys sit silent, the room filled with a void where the...
The Better Tears
Tears seem to be our emotional register. They are the nemesis of laughter. They are ever-present, just off to the side, hidden within the...