Salty and bitter at the same time, filling your mouth with oily sweetness -- smoooooth -- some with a snap when you bite down, some...

One whiff can transport you across continents, across decades. Can recreate a person – for better or for worse – so completely that you...

At first taste, the richness of butter followed by the persistent echo of lemon, orange and rum. The tangy labor of yeast. The grittiness...

It is snowy, windy, -10 degrees. Between my naked warmth and the frigid day that would steal my heat in a moment, there are many careful...

Step thru the front door into the day. The air outside has the delicious clean non-scent of autumn, brown and crisp with a touch of pale...

Bottles blue against a grey sky -- some dug from dusty cellar holes, two or three rescued from the dump, the rest passed down from other...

The velvety softness of my hound dog’s ears. The gritty sweetness biting into a pear. The heavy warmth of a sleeping babe. The cool...

Before I learned to read, the pages of my days flipped by like so many bedtime stories, familiar and listened to, half asleep in my cozy...

I’m in love with the slow voices of the old timers in my town. You can say most anything to them and their reply is some variation of...

It is a dangerous thing to have in the yard. It beckons – give me that thing you do not want. I will make it simply go away. Do not...

The stars are crisp and icy in a clear black sky, but what I notice most this morning is the sound of running water coming from the...

How thin the line between the silent remains of our friend and the line of living friends who file past. Some kneel to pray or say hello,...

He had no business being interested in me. I was too young for one thing. He was my professor for another. Plus, there was the small...

Time enough to say goodbye. To stroke softly. To let the quiet fill all the spaces that words cannot.   To breathe with each other and be...

They are the smallest of seeds. Set with care in a tiny feeder suction-cupped to my kitchen window. How can this offering, a mere handful...

I am small, yet beautiful. Inside me are tucked ancient instructions carefully written, prescribed by both tradition and religious law. I...

They stand guard along the roadside, sometimes leaning in the shadows, other times at attention on the embankment. Silently watching as...

Across the years we had gotten comfortable, perhaps a bit rusty, yet still useful for small tasks that might need a  little bit of...

At least we had the gift of time. Not enough time perhaps, but more than we thought we would get.   It wasn’t necessarily the kind of...

…cried yet?   As if the number of tears shed could possibly be a measure of how much a belovéd is missed.   However, if moisture is the...