A whimsical poem about writer’s block and an elusive paragraph.
Reconstructing Grandpa in the museum of my heart – a poem in memory of an amazing man, Thomas Carlyle Holt.
I have never said this in a public forum: my brother’s untimely death four years ago was a suicide. Hear my plea: if you’re hurting, please tell someone.
My review of Haiku Mind: what i thought i knew how to view and feel and say i knew not at all If you are into haiku, this book is for you. It is a book of haiku while at the same time being a […]
A tale of a chili cook-off fundraiser in a tiny Texas town, two friends, five gallons of spilled chili, dozens of kind people and a chance meeting with the governor.
I am in love with our little cabin in central Colorado. “Little House in the Rockies” inspires me to create recipes, snap photos, write essays, poems and haiku, birdwatch…in general, to revel in nature and absorb its beauty and regenerative spirit. Here’s one from a […]
My neighbor is a smart and funny Southern woman, a successful writer of romantic and teen fiction, a devoted wife, mother and friend, and a wonderful hostess. She also makes the best pound cake I’ve ever eaten. Christie recently served her homemade sour cream pound cake at […]