Four Morning Glory blooms greet me as I step out on my balcony. My little garden of pots and planters delights me in a myriad of ways: sunflowers growing by leaps and bounds, at least six inches every two weeks; the radishes, suddenly plump and spicy, when not even a month ago they were mere … Continue reading Throw me a line, I need support
“Pack this lunchbox,” I heard the voice say. And there, before me was a wicker box, square, woven securely together, deeper than it appeared when I first opened it and peered inside. It never occurred to me that I should be handed any other sort of lunch box – not the metal barn-roofed ones that … Continue reading Out of lunch baskets come memories
For the past six years I have been part of a writers’ group that meets about once every six weeks in the dining room of my condo building. It is place of honest conversation, lots of questions, tears, laughter, applause. It always feels like a sacred space to me. We choose a word, a question … Continue reading Do things happen for a reason?