the landlord announced a festival. the butterflies happily flapped their wings: slippery sleepy beauty signals the night’s success. “beat the beets to liquid, tonight our mouth shall be filled. get me my best jacket, I do not want to be late.” the landlord shivered with…

Almost Home Familiar scents and foods could make this seem like home. potatoes and beets in a bucket on the floor. the basket of foraged wild mushrooms near my feet. cinnamon rolls baking in the oven. the heavy canvas oiled jacket thrown across the chair…

Bobbing along the water, lightning bugs bedazzle the bayou and entice each other, frogs, and humans alike. So, when you finally pull into the carport Causing the flood light to distract from the lightbulb show, I am reasonably annoyed. It is insect ass that I…

My man Elk had ‘Blue Bayou’ on repeat all day. Grabbing my jacket I headed out to pull some beets for dinner. It was too late to pickle them, but I thought a stick of cinnamon in the pot would spice it up, maybe add…

Mouthwatering aromas creep through the house the faintest of smells at first, barely noticeable Until they get stronger and bolder, melding together beckoning for you to come closer   Unable to ignore the warring stomach gremlins any longer, their battle cries deafening to your ears…

Hour 9 Grateful   Lovely end of July, Colorado summer day, overflowing flowering baskets hang overhead. Little blond girl in pink snow boots dances out the door. Tables of people break out in spontaneous, uproarious laughter. Large, happy families eat, drink, enjoy patio time together….

What is your comfort zone? Where do you feel most comfortable? What do you feel most comfortable doing? Are you more comfortable with people like you? Or, can you adapt to those who may be different from you?   What is your comfort zone? Are…

I have no idea what to say I am too tired to know what to do What I have to say is not needed What I want to say is not important So I am stuck in the middle Trying to get by  

HOUR 6 SUNDAY MOVIES Nothing prepared me for college. I was a city girl who’d never left home. College was in a rural setting, eight hundred miles, and three states away. The highpoint of our lives were the weekly English movies, where we could meet…

Hour Nine I’m lost nowhere to be found. The old me not around. I’m not the me of yesterday, Not of the past, the future, nor even today. As life often does, it shifted and turned, Forged a new trail through the wood. My friends…