This One Thing
It has been hard for me to come here, here to this particular place of writing. For two years I …
Category Archives: Empathy
Photo Prose Poem
I see a mother offering so much more than a piece of apple to her child. It’s as if all the surrounding apples, leaves, branches, and blades of grass represent all the possibilities awaiting the child.
Stumped
I stood on a hill top this morning, looking down across a meadow and further out across the waters of …
Dessert For the Past
Yesterday, I had lunch with a friend whom I have not seen in eighteen years. A young person’s lifetime. Tim …
Kyle’s Write Stuff
He smelled of cheap cigarettes and stale coffee, like the back of some old “last gas here” station, where the …
Thresholds
The perspective from here is so much different. If you aren’t here yet, I can only say that I will nod my head knowingly when you come to this phase of realization; and if you are here, I am smiling with the knowing that we have this common understanding.
Wage Peace, Still
I am a 65-year old, white, straight, post-menopausal, single, retired woman who was brought up in upper middle class America, …
Women of Gold
Back in the last half of the 1980’s and in to the 1990’s, there was a television show called “The …
Winter Day in a Primeval Forest
I haven’t posted photographs on this blog before; I save what photographic talent I have for my other blog, ScottishHeart.net …
Between the Leaves
When I was living in Winnipeg in the early 1970’s, and friend and I decided we would get out of …
