WanderTime

In the early days, wandering was mostly a state of mind. Endless days of summer spent in my top bunk overlooking the willow tree dire...

The purchase of certain mundane household items routinely evokes a sense of nostalgia in me.  Last week I stood momentarily suspend...

It’s a complicated pursuit, inspiration. But, I’ve found there is one sure way to engage.  GET AWAY. That’s why once a ye...

She was a whirling dervish—the kind of person that dropped a casserole off to a recovering parishioner after a committee meeting on the w...

In my twenties, I had a birthday eve tradition. Late night before the strike of father time, I would sit, pen in hand, and wr...

The summer started strong, in the garden. One month in I was declaring weedless success and then… July hit.  I could give you al...

It’s summer. The pause in the year when fireflies dance at the end of sunscreen drenched days. Needed space between what is and what will...