We barely broke eighty degrees here today. There are still some ninety-degree temperatures predicted into the middle of the month, but today Summer officially began
Here we are, can you believe it, going into September. Where does the time go? I’m still reading Carl Sandburg’s big book of Abraham Lincoln.
At the Gates of Tombs by Carl Sandburg Civilizations are set up and knocked down the same as pins in a bowling alley. Civilizations
It is the end of the Summer. I’ve been doing end of the Summer stuff. I don’t feel like talking about writing but, I will
There is still good in the world. There is still beauty. TS
I’ve re-started a Tumblr page, and I’ve created a companion page to this page. The goal is, to keep what is good, to focus on
I’ve been tempted to log back on to twitter, to save my account before the thirty days is up. I’ve resisted that temptation. I’ve
The rain has been seemingly incessant. It was ingrained in me throughout my youth not to be a “complainer.” However, seeing as how I am
Let’s out deep breath wishes another cup of tea would make itself and bring itself upstairs to me… It is October. Not only is it
Some of my favorite fall foliage pictures from years gone by.
Almost December, I wonder what it will bring with it, however much I try not to. I think about the things we think we always
I’ve been doing some serious thinking about the world lately. Can you hear the quiet? This serious thinking isn’t a new thing for me. This
The Harvest The sparkle on the river, The lights from distant shore, The cold and bitter glitter, The beckoning of more, Is beautiful to look
I am being quiet because there is a voice that I need to hear, it is my own. I am choosing simplicity because I can.
Longing for Autumn Summer has arrived and I am longing for the Autumn Season. Each day grows longer in its strange, lazy heat, making me
Unlimited You know what a woman wants? A badass son of a bitch who can make the trip and still treat her like the most
Waking… May 10, 1994 The sweet smell of honeysuckle rested on an evening breeze outside the open window. Looking down the driveway to the
DREAMING 9-19-91 It sounded like thunder. We could see a strange, red cloud rising up in the distance. Having had only the blank landscape in