As I write this morning, a nearly full moon peers down at me from between the branches of the white mulberry and the maple. It is beautiful and silent, hanging up there in the sky as it has done for who knows how many years, faithfully doing what it was assigned to do and looking […]
Say It In Rhyme
I opened my old, tattered three-ring notebook where I’ve stuffed a lot of past writing sales and found these two poems. Both were written a long time ago to two different Christian children’s magazines of widely differing beliefs. But, you know what? Both magazines’ editors liked poems. Poetry and stories sort of bring us all […]
First Snow
There’s something magical about the first snowfall especially when it’s as quiet, soft, and lovely as this one. No wind to blow it away. I love the snow light, making everything white without need of another light in the darkness. When Nemo came back in this morning, he was sporting a coat that was mostly […]

What Does It Know?
What does my white mulberry tree know that no other tree knows? What is the secret that the wind whispers to it during the night? Only the tree knows; I don’t. But every year, and not at the same time each year, it drops all or almost all of its leaves on the ground. Oh, […]


