Fleeing the cold reality of February in Minnesota for a week at a nice hotel with a beach and a pool is something…
Three of the four candles are burned low in the Advent wreath. The fourth stands at full height, unlit.
The coming of winter is like the old proverb about putting a frog in a pot and turning up the heat so slowly he never realizes he’s getting…
There are people in this world who still know the art of curving a sail exactly so to catch the wind and pull a boat across the water…
I came back from a morning run along a woodsy trail. The trees still unfolding in front of me. The river still rushing beside the trail…
The evening has turned surprisingly cool for this late in June. Even with my motorcycle jacket zipped to the chin, the night…
The hill at Browndale Park is a good one for winter. The sides are steep. The gnarled old oak trees are clustered near…
At the beginning of 2017 I joined The Writing Cooperative’s 52-Week Writing Challenge with my commitment to write one story per week. I decided to make healing the loose theme running through the work.