On my back I see the elite of the forest, a select scattering of eye-catching sun-dappled green on blue, supported beneath by dark, anonymous branches. I sit up and my view scrolls to see branches merge into trunks overshadowed by … Continue reading Metaphor
My plan over Labor Day weekend was to buckle down and use the three-day weekend’s predicted nice weather to build some shelves from scratch. They are desperately needed to house my husband’s growing miniature painting hobby. I’ve had the plans … Continue reading Labor Day Weekend
It’s raining outside. The clouds are low and gray, and it’s raining outside. The shades are up, and I stare at the window rather than my computer. I haven’t moved from my seat in hours. It’s raining outside, but I’d … Continue reading Struggle
As the evening’s protective cloud cover retreats over the horizon in the face of an approaching cold front marching resolutely forward, and as the rising sun’s first rays claw their way over a bluff to offer tender comfort to their … Continue reading Mirror
Staring Out A Window 