Short Story Sunday: Magnolia

Nobody takes notice of frumpy middle-aged women walking old dogs. Magnolia walked down the path through the trees. She thought … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Magnolia

Monday

Black tea Splashed with fruit A reminder to Get up, Get up, Get UP NOW To the sleeping teen Even … Continue reading Monday

This morning, around 4:00 am I sat at my computer, a cup of coffee. All in the house was silent … Continue reading Musings Over Coffee with a Ghost

Friday The last day to deal with school in the morning. We get up, or should I say I get … Continue reading Morning Ghosts of Passion and Annoyance…

Over the years, the many many years, I’ve gone from place to place but always come back to the oak … Continue reading Dawn

Winter skipped my corner of the world this year. While the rest of the country is shoveling out their Winter … Continue reading Musings on a California Morning