Luskentyre
She sits, alone on the white sands. The turquoise waters lap upon the shore in their white foamy way. She …
Category Archives: Women writers
And Forever Again
My love for my father feels like a warm fire like the morning sun sounds like misty rain like …
Misty Morning in May
Yesterday, I completed the building and planting of the five gardens that surround the house. As I sat on the …
The Song That Is My Friend
Last night, I saw Bryan Bowers perform. It was the first time I had seen him since sometime around 1975. …
The Sculpture of Spring
It was my second Mother’s Day; Kyle was nearly two years old, and we were out shopping as a family. …
Sunbreak and Moondance
Clear, perfect in its fullness, and huge, it rose and worked its magic to completely transform the color of the sky from end-of-day twilight to beginning-of-night twilight.
This One Thing
It has been hard for me to come here, here to this particular place of writing. For two years I …
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 …
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, …
