Angel Kisses

Grandmother says they’re angel kisses and pulls me to her bosom. I welcome her emphatic stance. It comes just in time for me to wipe emergent tears on her apron, unseen. Surreptitious. I am enfolded into a mighty love, breathing a heavenly scent of roses. I expect her...
VOICE

VOICE

When I began to write  in ardent fervor, with words flowing as wreck-less extensions of my fingers, a mentor suggested Natalie Goldberg’s small book, Writing Down the Bones. Within the first few pages I found my reason: “I began to write…because...
Bye-bye Twinkies

Bye-bye Twinkies

It was 10:00 in the morning. My husband was away; we didn’t need any groceries, but I felt compelled to go to the store. I bought bananas, milk, and cereal although I’d already eaten breakfast after my morning walk. The store had a tabletop display right in the middle...

Ticket to Ride

Celebrate the 10th anniversary of my ticket to ride! I’m posting today to honor the date that Sandy Schultz phoned me with the news that my raffle ticket had won the Soroptimist International float ride in the 2003 Rose Parade. I wrote a short story about it all...