The Turn
This year, summer is slow to pass. A gentle turn of the seasons is underway as the weather transits from…
This year, summer is slow to pass. A gentle turn of the seasons is underway as the weather transits from…
Coming back is somewhat like sitting in an old armchair. It’s perhaps not quite as comfortable as you remembered, but…
The tall steel shutters creaked and whined mournfully as she drew them shut. Her hands shook as she strained to…
My story begins with dragons. In a child’s world, everything is always proportionately so much larger. Children literally operate on…
I found myself tearing up today. I have many reasons to be tearful right now, as do so many fellow…
There are many new shades of green at the moment. I see them in the fields and on the rolling…
My youngest daughter likes to pretend to be a princess. I believe the title is equated in her mind with…
Last night we had Earth Hour. At 8:25 pm local time I went around the house turning off all lights…
Two days ago was International Women’s Day. My eldest daughter’s school was closed due to a strike. However, the fact…
The intro begins with a solo. One sound, one distinctive note, repeated in a sequence. A single lonely voice in the…