July 23, 2021
July 16, 2021
Ancestry
The old photograph shows my grandmother and grandfather, now long departed, sitting on their front porch. A rain lily, one of my grandmother’s favorite flowers, can be seen beside them. A descendant of my grandmother’s rain lily now sits outside my front door.
holding the warmth
of memories and love . . .
tattered quilt
holding the warmth
of memories and love . . .
tattered quilt
July 3, 2021
June 23, 2021
Goodbyes
A siren piercing the night is not unusual when you live across the street from a fire station, but this time is different. The sound has stopped outside our house. Rousing now, I find flashing lights on the windows. As I step outside, EMT attendants wheel my elderly neighbor to a waiting ambulance.
morning greets
the little white dog . . .
new home
morning greets
the little white dog . . .
new home
March 26, 2021
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