Are we like
Two little children?
Indulging in child play,
I often wonder.
I hate being awake,
If in my waking,
You are not here,
Words fail me...
A short poem in loving memory.
A valentine to my husband and son, and all the great chefs of the world who h...
The life I shared with my wife for 20 years before she died from breast cance...
One step forward. One step back. It's harder than it sounds.
In celebration of National Poetry Month - A poem I wrote about my personal me...
It’s a small world
but enough for all of us.
So much to love,
Della feels worn down by the gray of Seattle. She finds a reason to smile in ...
a fanciful description of a stray cat who once begged a meal on her travels
Small little things!
You say to me.
Shake me up,
Wake me up!
Small little ...
Something God gave me to share this morning. Something about love and learnin...
This almost won a Famous Magazine's short story contest many years ago, but I...
These are the hands of my 7-year-old daughter--open, pure, and loving--remind...
"Oddly American" is an excerpt from my poetry book "Singing Magic" available ...
Companion piece to "Understanding Shakespeare" (1990)
A whimsical reflection on the month of February and all the ways love comes i...
"Believing in Boys" column for www.goodmenproject.com
The power of Grief
Drop Dead Life goes beyond widowhood into the world of online dating, heredit...
The true story of heroism and survival in the face of a deadly avalanche
Seeing you, again........from "Their New Dawn"
To my wee ones.... may your journey be fruitful.
An observation by a pond...
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