Fall
Alive and snapping air/
Orange, yellow, red apples/
Orange, yellow, red trees/
And unraked piles of leaves Continue reading Fall
In its season
There was nothing to do except try to fall back asleep. But trying was like sweeping up a pile of ants: as soon as I gathered my thoughts, they ran every which way and I started to panic because I knew I needed sleep to face my to-do list for tomorrow. Continue reading In its season
Today is a lovely day
Today is a lovely day, /
Where the sprightly green of e.e. cummings /
Is disappearing /
With drops of gold and red /
From God’s paintbrush. Continue reading Today is a lovely day
Happy fall!
Crisp fall air. Charcoal smoldering in a grill. A porch swing caught in a breeze, beckoning. Drying corn along quiet country roads. Baby giggles. Sun-scented laundry. Family wedding plans… Continue reading Happy fall!
Mr. Rochester
I don’t know his name /
But just suppose it’s Mr. Rochester /
Who /
Doesn’t hide his melancholy from the world. Continue reading Mr. Rochester
Obeying when it doesn’t make sense
Obeying when it doesn’t make sense is a struggle for me. Is it for you too? Continue reading Obeying when it doesn’t make sense
Recommended books for you
I love to read. During lockdown, I raided my Stateside library’s ebook stash. I also had quite a few unread books on my Kindle. And there was no time like the present. Continue reading Recommended books for you
Summer nights
It was a special night, not because of what happened but because it was. After a day of suffering inside a hot house like the rest of the town’s population, Friend #1 invited me for an afternoon coffee. When the 8:00 bus didn’t come, I started walking. Continue reading Summer nights
Of masks
And this bus driver was the type you didn’t approach with a half-hearted, nose-sticking-out mask job. He asked the lady in front of me to tighten the metal part across her nose. Continue reading Of masks
Spanish healthcare chronicles: the dentist
My first dentist experience was terrifying. My teeth are bad and I was already imagining myself in dentures. Continue reading Spanish healthcare chronicles: the dentist
