

My House
I have plenty of half-past six friends. These are they, also known as mature, seasoned, prime-timer, but never call my friends over-the-hill because I will bet the last cow in the meadow that they don’t see it that way. For most, they’re somewhere between...

Watch My Feet
Ice is slick, and blades are sharp. Seems like a combination that every sensible human being would file into two completely different categories. Not us! “Kids, let’s grab some blades. No, first, let’s use real money and pay someone to borrow some super sharp...

Dead Grass Path
Dead Grass Path We love our dog. His old-soul name, George, just makes him adorable. It’s hard to admit that for years we held him hostage. You see, we convinced ourselves it was for his own good. He loves our neighbor, and the tricky part is he must cross the...

Truth in Advertising?
How does the phrase go…"Presentation is eighty-percent of the deal?" Or something of the sort. It was that 1980ish summer leadership camp that taught the art of manipulating the buttons and whistles of positive reinforcement and how to effectively present yourself...

Sing On
The bird was bare. Featherless. Naked, but I’m pretty sure it was not a Jay, or a Robin if you’re hung up on the mid-19th-century version of the idiom, “Naked as a Robin.” This season the birds have been busy. Cheeping and chirping as they forage their way into...

Shades of Green
We see what we see. I’ve heard it said, “Don’t believe anything you see and only half of what you hear.” A watered-down version of the hyperbolic proverb, “Believe nothing you hear, and only one half that you see.” Credited to one of the most influential...

Spirit Eyes
It was a transition year. You know, the first Christmas, when you get underpants in your stocking instead of twenty-five feet of emulsified corn syrup, rolled up with a fun fruity name? Toys and trinkets no longer have the power to wake you at 4:00 in the...

Tidy Little Tannenbaum
The local hardware store, now that’s where you’ll find a deal on Christmas trees. Sure! You’re flying blind on the whole first thing to look for is a straight trunk routine. And maybe a gap or three in the belly of the tree, but hey…show of hands from those...

Even When
She stood at the edge of the jagged cement slab. The edges were chewed and chipped and stacked in giant Jenga fashion, teetering on the brink of collapse. Nine o’clock in the morning had never felt so overwhelming and exposed. Her eyes, wide with knowing and blank...

Wait For It
Spicy cinnamon scents of the season nearly shame us into draping our being and abode in orange, brown, and moody maroon. Nervous breezes tease the leaves taunting them to hold tight while they still have a chance. What is it about October that keeps...