I got a cat. Some days, I try to figure out why I did that. I mean, everything — everything — I do she is in the middle of it. Curiosity doesn’t touch her actions. I really think she thinks she can do what I do. …

I recently wrote my first twittle after finding out about them when I read an article by Carolyn Hastings. She has a treasury of twittle articles by her and fellow twittlers, including me. Twittle Treasury A 'twittle train' of 100-letter, 4-line micropoems by Carolyn Hastings and fellow Medium twittlerscarolynhaasp.medium.com She tells us in her latest twittle article: To pass the twittle test, the poem must have…

Often we are led backward to complete a circle — The circles of life have a way of bringing us back sometimes to where we were before and completing a journey. My little sister was born Sept. 5, 68 years ago. …

I will see her in the sunset — I watched my sister die Vibrant one day, ravaged the next Round and round the cancer swirled Gaining ground like a thousand insects The sweet poisons did their dirty job But the effects were only momentary Like rushing water, C overtook her She succumbed, but not voluntarily A little sparrow…

Fall is my favorite time of the year. I love the glorious display of nature — red and gold, orange and yellow, like flowers in the trees. At my home, I am surrounded by trees and what a show the leaves put on this time of year. …

I can no longer enjoy the sun as I once did. A few minutes exposed and my skin starts burning. That, however, is only the beginning. Later, a number of other problems will appear — my skin will turn red, itch and break out in bumps, and my eyes burn…

Mama had lots of sayings. They are called colloquialisms, but mama had no idea. To her they were sayings she had heard her whole life. From the hills of Tennessee to the Arkansas flatlands, to Michigan and back to the south, those words served her well in expressing herself. I…

Sweeping away death this morning Opening the window to let the sun flow in Swish, swish, wham, out the door it will go! Making room for the sun’s tendrils to wrap around you The dark clouds will come soon enough It will turn our joyful day into mourning Splat, splat, into our…

Dots of red, a lacy groundwork of orange, a brilliant golden yellow canopy, and bits of green filled the woods recently when we visited our little piece of land in the Ozarks. It was so beautiful there with all the fall colors decorating the trees and the ground. Not long…