A Moment of Deep Beauty
The elderly woman greeted everyone as though she knew them and gave each a bright smile.
Essays
Believing in the Power of the Heart
When my agent asked to see a complete revision of my work-in-progress, I didn’t know whether I could face it again. As with that tangle of cords and cables you stash in the back of your closet just in case you’ll need them, even though you’re not sure what half of them are for, I feared that if I pulled on one cord, the others would tighten into a death knot. How would I ever rewrite the whole book and hand it in on time? Fortunately, I had a plan: I’d apply to Rockvale Writers’ Colony.
Minding the Metaphors
My intention had been to attend a writing retreat, but I suddenly had the feeling that I was actually there to attend a labyrinth retreat.
Glorious Patchwork
My parents weren’t car people, and they adopted a vehicle that only a bootlegger could love.
Winter Solstice
Technically, astronomically, the solstice lasts three days. Time stands still, sort of, before moving in the sun’s favor. So, technically, astronomically, I have two more days in which to dry wood and make a real fire.
The Christmas Ornament
Yes, he broke my heart, but I survived it. And the ornament was a symbol of that survival.
