Last January when I chose my word for the year, I had no inkling that in the coming months the world would be turned upside down by a micr...

Writing in the Cracks I write in isolation In the cracks of time Between work And family And home I write in silence Please do...

~~~~~ Photo by  Bonnie Kittle  on  Unsplash ~~~~~ I step out my front door and marvel at the matted brown grass on my lawn. ...

The sidewalks were pink with cherry blossom snow.   I could smell the fragrance of newly mowed grass, mingled with the sweet aroma of sp...