I hadn’t learned my lesson from last year.
“I forgot about Valentine’s Day,” I confided to my best friend Alex.
We were waiting at the Metro Center for the blue line train that would take us to Capitol Hill. He shook his head and raised his eyebrows, wondering what was wrong with me. … More Saving Valentine’s Day
The painting, ink and watercolor on handmade Japanese paper, spoke to me. Two women, cheek to cheek, share a tender moment. Bold strokes of black ink outline their faces while hues of blue, red, and orange wash over the surface of the canvas, blurring boundaries as one color evanesces into another. The old clock on … More Final Kiss
As Marianne strode toward Miss Dottie’s room, she passed the rooms of other residents. Next to each suite number, two shelves displayed mementos of the occupant’s life—wedding photos, figurines, and signs with cheerful slogans. Several doors were open, and Marianne peered in as she ambled by to see what others kept when they downsized their … More Coffee on Mondays
“Maybe it’s the curse of modern humanity that pulls us into the cocoon of our own lives. Our salvation is the capacity to reemerge with wings and take flight like a butterfly.” Sofia writing to Jesse Date: November 3From: JesseSubject: Cruise to Baja California Dear Sofia, When I saw you standing on the ship’s railing … More Butterflies
I pulled the 35-year-old photo from my purse and handed it to her. It was nestled in front of a piece of cardboard inside a plastic sandwich bag. “Ohhh.” She let out a breath as she studied the photo of her in a pink ballgown and my father in his black tuxedo. A single teardrop … More Satin Slippers
She heard a boy’s voice that said, “There she is.” The words were quiet, as though they were a whisper in her head. Lee Anne stopped pumping her legs, opened her eyes, and looked around. Were some of the other kids playing hide and seek? She scanned the playground for signs of a boy. The … More The Boy in the Woods
I learned early on there ain’t no gettin’ rid of the squirrels ‘round here. The damned critters run back and forth across my roof all day, chew my wood siding, nest in my attic, and steal peppers and tomatoes out of my garden. They’re annoying as hell, but I don’t want to wipe ‘em out. … More Don’t Shoot the Squirrels!
This gift was just perfect, so what else could I do except hope that dear Santa sends this gift to you! A week before Christmas and all through the place I was hustlin’ and bustlin’. The usual rat race. Bought a new bike for Rob and software for Chris Plus several weird gizmos they’d put … More The Perfect Gift
