The Waiting Stacks
In the reading community, a TBR is the pile of books you haven’t read yet—but want to. It’s often forgotten in favor of the shiny
Marigolds
My Aunt Bren loved marigolds. Every year, without fail, she would hand-till the soil of her flower beds, lovingly preparing the ground for their yearly
The Sun Sets Over The Ridge
The sun sets over the ridgeand I feel protected, tucked in.Sherbet ribbons trickle through thin woods,over the sloping land,warming the soil. Hope lives there—in the
Unfortunate Fruit
I like to paint. I used to paint quite a lot as a teenager, and then some in college. After that, life took over, and
Fog
By Carl Sandburg The fog comeson little cat feet.It sits lookingover harbor and cityon silent haunchesand then moves on.
Ben
This sweetheart is graduating high school today. He is eighteen years old, and I often find myself wondering where the time went… the days of