we would find a spot to sit still for just a few minutes longer to marvel at the sight of a colorful sunset, or a herd of grazing deer, or the wildflowers dancing with the wind. In those moments, I liked seeing the pretty things around us, but...
Down at the harbor, the clamor of the day has not dissipated with the setting of the sun. Teenage boys in knock-off football shirts jump on and off the brightly painted boats bumping up against the quay, passing crates of Coca-Cola, coral bricks and the weekly postbag to their younger ...
When I moved and downsized last Thanksgiving I had to find a new writing spot for my fourth novel in my much smaller home. I never write sitting at a desk, so now I sit on my sofa, feet up and covered by a blanket crocheted by grandmother 25 years ago when my son was born. Ella...