Imagine you wake up with a second chance: The blue jay hawks his pretty wares and the oak still stands, spreading glorious shade. If you d...

  Photo by William Christenberry by Kate Daniels Akron, Alabama, circa 1960 This is what it was like to grow up down there, then. A pretty p...

  Some people move through your life like the perfume of peonies, heavy and sensual and lingering. Some people move through your life like t...

You ask:  What is the meaning of refugee? They will say:  One who is uprooted from his homeland. You ask:  What is the meaning of home...

 

  Just looking at them I grow greedy, as if they were freshly baked loaves waiting on their shelves to be broken open—that one and that—and ...

 

  Once, in the cool blue middle of a lake, up to my neck in that most precious element of all, I found a pale-gray, curled-upwards pigeon fe...

  At first, birthdays were reserved for kings and saints. But it’s rainbow sprinkles and face painting for everybody these days. The best wa...

“The flea,” that’s what the year-rounders call it, rummaging through tools or bric-a-brac then gossiping all day at their tables in the blis...

 

 

  How did I get so old, I wonder, contemplating my 67th birthday. Dyslexia smiles: I’m 76 in fact. There are places where at 60 they start c...

  All in the air, whimsical mist Hanging on tree tops, sunshine kissed Whipping leaves and tresses of hair Whimsical mist, all in the air S...

Light bulbs on a birthday cake. What a difference that would make!      Plug it in and make a wish,      then relax and flip a switch! No mo...

  Sometimes I grow weary of the days, with all their fits and starts. I want to climb some old gray mountains, slowly, taking The rest of my...

  I  love things with a wild  passion, extravagantly. I cherish tongs, and scissors: I adore cups, hoops, soup tureens, not to mention of co...