Reflection and renewal — We made it through winter, but not without scar. Every new Spring brings an element of celebration, every budding wildflower and every gosling that waddles in single file behind its mother are reminders that we survived and that the cycle of life and renewal is beginning again. And we are…

Lost souls and lingering words — I woke up last night thinking of nana. Her words are of lesser importance. Yet my memories are attached to them. “Don’t sleep with your make-up on,” my nana always told me. She wasn’t concerned about my skin. At the age of fifty her skin was still as soft as…

He’s passing by the café a fourth time. The man riding a fancy-looking white motorcycle circles the block once again. This time, Al Green’s voice is blasting from his stereo. I look up from my seat outside the café when I hear “Love and Happiness… Something that’ll make you do…

Unfortunately, this is a fact. — I’m sorry, but it had to come out. And then everyone has to know. Even though I think everyone already knows. But no one is saying it. So I’ll take care of it. I warn you I will grumble, but is a human who never grumbles a human? A few…

Response to the Writing Prompt on the Theme of Migratory Birds. — Monsters do not fear the light — some walk among us wearing daytime grins. What scares us most is not solved by bright light, clean corners, and dousing With lavender spray, sage smudges, remedies that moderate highs and lows So we live at a carefully adjusted, medium-pitched frequency requiring Care and oversight to ensure…

A story of bookmarks. — A few days ago I entered a large bookstore. These places blooming with books have always fascinated me. If I had an inexhaustible bank account, I would come out of the bookstores with my arms dragging on the ground under the weight of words. Right next to one of the…