Dana’s Delivery
I was twenty-two when I met Dana . . . his presence always forced my throat to close.
Home, or Not?
My conception of home has always been where my stuff is.
Pearl of a Moment
My husband John died October 30, 2019. This was a piece he loved.
Sex . . . And a Village
Let's talk about sex.
Those Old Regrets
Daily, an old regret will surface, a sudden flashing of I Wish I Had Done That Differently.
Mountain Dance
I used to berate myself for my lack of conviction.
The Love Wall
Once I trudged through my first year of widowhood, the heavy ache lessening each day, I found I embraced my new orderly life, my routine.
Cecile
I’m probably not the only writer who hangs on to every piece of material I’ve written/
Girl with a Pink Drill
I had a father who tinkered with and tackled any home repair, but he never taught me or my five siblings how to do anything.
Out of the Box
I was raised by lower middle-class parents who weren’t particularly fond of children.