In the middle of a June day, as I hang one of Elizabeth’s dresses to dry in the sun, I hear the sound of the cicada reassuring me it’s...

A spontaneous and unsolicited thought about decluttering. I have come to realize decluttering is a natural phenomenon, no need to take a...

Sadly, I opened social media early this morning and suddenly my mind was filled with toxicity and my thoughts spilled into a maze of...

Yesterday was ‘one of those days’, those days that take you to places that once were…it drizzled and was cold; the sun stayed hidden in...

Ironically, I wrote about my little space yesterday and how Nature was my sanctuary…today I am watching her wrath…How would it be to lose...

The day is unusually cold. I will stay inside and put things away….tiny things and big memories, time spent with family. Those moments...

I sat near the window at 6 am. A waning crescent was there waiting for me. It, shining alone in the dark sky, and me, quietly alone in a...

It is early December, and the rain has settled in. The skies are gray and memories of Christmas past easily slide into my thoughts. They...

I need to make sure I take out the butter to soften. The little butter dish, a gift from my daughter, Elizabeth, needs to be filled...

It seems I have found my way back to church. I go at the end of the day, in the early evening, a time when day is done, and I have the...

just a test

It was that summer night. The moon was full, and the sounds of the night were brilliantly orchestrated by the cicadas and the tree frogs....

Currently, I am in search of summer. Sometimes I find it in the garage where the June bugs gather at night and where my bees look for a...

June 29, 1954…wow!…It is  morning and the sun shines on another day. Here we go again…walking into the day with risks of glitches and...

I am painstakingly proof reading all of my past Berry Tales, correcting comma splices and spelling errors...oh my, it is daunting and...

I am very busy correcting the grammar mistakes in my Berry Tale books...a very humbling job because there are many mistakes! I tend to...

May 2012 a selection from Berry Tales I walked around in the empty, timeworn but treasured Special Education Building at the “base”...

So…this happened. After many years, I have completed this story, this story from a memory, a memory so fragrant, I never wanted to lose....

This morning, I woke with a start…I was somewhere else, in a small house with a front porch, screened-in, and on a quiet street in a...

I do not have a favorite color, a favorite season, or a favorite food. I also do not have a favorite flower. But, if I had no...