To My Valentine

To My Valentine

A wintry mix began mid-afternoon on Thursday: rain followed by sleet then snow within minutes. On Friday, I swept several inches off the north side deck and shoveled the upper half of the driveway before deciding against a walk to the mailbox. Too cold for Cato, too...

The Lens

So. I’m propped on my bed, basking in the afternoon’s warm sunshine and reading Ann Voskamp’s The Broken Way: A Daring Path into the Abundant Life. She asks: How does one live an abundant life amid tragic accidents, illness, and death? Voskamp had chronicled her...

On Marriage

This morning, Keith gets up first. He lets Heathcliff out for his ‘hurry up’ then Freya. From the comfort of bed, I hear her barking in the woods beyond the mountain road turn-around. I smell the coffee, which Keith sets up to brew by 5 every morning – we’re early...

New Year’s Do-Over

Smells of gingerbread and sugar cookies no longer waft from kitchens. Sweaters with reindeer flying across their chests tuck away in bureau drawers. Red, green and white decorations return to boxes and bags stored under basement stairs. The Christmas holiday has...