Some of the best times Mom and I had as she aged were picking up our weekly groceries curbside and having hamburgers at Burger King. It started during Covid.   She uses a walker to get around now, and getting into and out of the…

Nothing seems more magical to a child than to spend some hours with a kaleidoscope.   Endless magical scenes unfold as the colors roll and twist and dissolve one into another.   There may once have been a purpose for them, but now we only…

Old Senator Roundtree   Today we lost a giant sequoia of a man in the Senate. Senator Thomas Roundtree lost his heroic fight with cancer. He had served our state for the last 43 years, a pillar of democratic ideals and an all around good…

Today I was at lunch with a physicist I know. His eyes lit with a golden glow, his cheeks flushed as he said with relish, “We don’t know what dark matter is, but dark matter is everywhere, and is responsible for all of us being…

I can’t do this poem. I don’t know how to start a poem I would redact for changed meaning. Time is simply flying by and I can’t put a single word on the page. Sorry. I tried.    

I am a care giver for my aging mother. Not much humor in that. Bittersweet at times maybe, frustrating, yes! But funny not so much.   If it were anyone else’s mother with dementia I might find humor in how this lady dresses now. She…

Some say mandalas are the footprints left by ancient astronauts flying Vimanas. To see the base of a Vimana overhead it appears to be a flying saucer, yet from the side it is like a flying pyramid.   We’ve learned in recent years that sand…

I never believed in fairies or goblins or leprechauns. I was born to a practical family. But reading fairy tales and magical stories was all I wanted to do. I had a willing suspension of disbelief, and could believe the stories without expecting such creatures…

My husband died in February. We haven’t lived together for years, but we stayed close. Just as we were when we were together. He lived across the world, and when he died, I thought I would somehow know. We had that bond. But I didn’t. He…

Out back of the carport the bayou quivered with mayflies and June bugs and mosquitoes looking for love. A normal summer night in the south. A bare yellow lightbulb sputtered on the porch. We bet our meager allowances on how much longer it would last….