Remember the children’s story about the sun and the cold wind and the bet they had? An old man was trudging down the road in the wintertime and the wind, boisterous and braggy, bet the sun that he could blow the old man’s coat off whereas the sun didn’t have that power. So, he blew […]
Jan 25, 2023
Silence
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SILENCE A soft and downy, drowsy day; The sky is furry, blurry gray, No wind to blow the snow away In patches. The trees are draped in frozen lace; The meadow is an arctic place, And house and barn, with wintry grace, Wear thatches. –Blanche
Jan 23, 2023
A Winter Night
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Backyard bushes, robbed of summer’s greenery, stand bare and gray in the winter night. The birds don’t mind. When moonlight silvers the yard, they crowd deep into the thick twigs, twittering and chirping, content to be hidden by darkness and their stubbly cover. A few wild forest creatures slip into the yard. A raccoon, a […]
Jan 20, 2023
Catalpa
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One night in Oklahoma, several years ago a strong wind came through. Oklahoma’s winds are not to be trifled with and this one was no exception. It wasn’t a twisting, swirling wind of a tornado, but a straight, hard one that blew over a huge catalpa tree that had stood in my parents’ back yard […]
Jan 18, 2023
Where Are You, Portia?
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They used to be on shelves in groceries stores: True Story, True Romance, etc., etc. I don’t see them there any more. When I was a pre-teen and a young teenager, those magazines were taboo. My mother would never let me read one, so I didn’t really know what was inside; I only knew it wasn’t […]
Jan 14, 2023
Pat’s Therapy Session
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“I must have been born feeling guilty,” Pat said. I paused, my cup of mocha coffee halfway to my mouth. “Why do you say that?” Pat shook her head, staring into her hot chocolate. “I just do. Maybe it was how I was raised. I was the youngest of five children, sort of a late-in-life […]
