Of ash trees and fireflies

Morning prayer begins as always, coffee in hand, legs tucked under. Cocooned in the worn down of the sunroom sofa I close my eyes. Without seeing, I sense the gentle sway of the ash tree’s branches towering over my garden. The sunlight flickers, waxing and waning with...

True Grit in Hard Times

Strains of the first song ring out softly in our dimly lit family room.  You go before I know That you’ve gone to win my war You come back with the head of my enemy You come back and you call it my victory I stop my reading and look at my daughter curled up next...

Fear

  I had walked underneath this tree countless times over the years. On every daily neighborhood walk with my trusted four-footed friend. Every Sunday afternoon walk with my husband. Every walk with my daughter, lacrosse stick in hand, ball bouncing.   Never...

Keep Alert for Changing Conditions

  I became an empty nester in the middle of a January snowstorm.   The snow began falling thick shortly after midnight. Plenty of time to turn black asphalt into a sloppy white slippery mess by 9:00am. Despite the thermometer reading 16 degrees and the sky...

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