When you don’t have much to offer
I ran along the garden path, wishing I’d brought my camera. The grasses bowed, shimmered, almost glowed in the early morning light. I moved slowly, my run half walk, each…
No more holding back
I’d just about given up and trashed the lanky, dried-up thing. Despite my best efforts it had shriveled almost beyond recognition. When do you say “enough”? What do you do with…
Useless but indispensable
I often marvel at the extravagance in nature. Gold, peach, and red splash across the sky, the low sun tinting dark woods or reflecting off brick and cement and glass…