Writing Down the Words

  I came into this world naked and helpless,  bearing the genetic structure composed of elements that stretch back to the origin of our spec...

  Dinner Disasters   Dinnertime is usually pretty tame at our house. One of us cooks, all of us eat, and we take turns cleaning up. Occasion...

  Looking out. Looking in. There is a window in my bedroom wall that faces west through which, when I am inside looking out, I can see the r...

Old homestead                                                                    Berry patch (L) and brook (R) behind me Yesterday I stood i...

  I look out the window at the familiar trees of my childhood, the great pines, the lone oak still holding its leathery brown leaves on this...

  Sunday morning writing prompt - what that you love most about life would you give as a gift to someone? Here's my gift to you: I would...

  Then life Intervened   I was contemplating the way the sunshine gleamed on the polished chrome of the kitchen faucet – creating a star of ...