Nineteen months into the pandemic, although I was excited to travel to meet our first grandchild and see family, I was anxious since Covid n...

Settling into my seat on the plane going to Denver last May, I noticed drops of water on the window. A quiet rain was falling. Eventually th...

You come each day at dusk, Silently appearing  End-of-the-day friends.  Under a bumpy-barked maple tree,  Grown from a stick in the ground. ...

“Fresh flowers on the kitchen table?!! Who gave us flowers?“ I asked as I rushed through the garage door into the kitchen carrying two bags ...

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  Word 9 – Containment Container – a space with a capacity to hold and be filled. Containment – the action of keeping something harmful unde...

On my porch, A toddler table waits, White painted wood, Two chairs with a heart carved into the back.    My neighbor walked the table down t...