It’s two days before Christmas and it’s raining. The intermittent islands of snow leftover from last week’s storm have turned into mush and mud.
It’s two days before Christmas and it’s raining. The intermittent islands of snow leftover from last week’s storm have turned into mush and mud.
I am captivated by all things Christmas. My house, inside and out, reflects my slight obsession with the red and green holiday.
I’m sweating. The Arc Trainer console displays a digital steep hill as I press my Nike clad feet harder on the foot pedals. I’m…
It’s a Thursday night in February. Remnants of crusty snow dot the lawn, the ground is frozen, and tomorrow is garbage day. I’m wearing…
A shroud of clouds wrapped the sky in gray. Throughout the day sizeable snowflakes white-washed the familiar landscape into a foreign terrain. The afternoon…
Letters from the Lunchbox began at a funeral. A little odd I know, but mixed in with the tears of that day I found…
She came home to die when the peaches hung heavy on the tree limbs. My siblings and I readied her room, put sheets on…