Whenever I find myself running behind on my writing commitments and the pressure starts to mount, I ...

My mom sent me four autumn leaves in the mail. They were the first she gathered from the trees near ...

I’m listening to the rain fall. But it’s not happening outside my window. My son showed me another w ...

Well I can’t very well move on from summer without sharing the story of the season. I feel a bit bad ...

If I had to name it, I would call fall the season of low and slow. The days pass like all the others ...

As I write this entry, sunlight is streaming in through my morning kitchen and I’m noticing a myriad ...

So tell me, do you like to mess with tradition? (let’s keep this particular conversation centered on ...

Complex, enigmatic and beautiful. I’m not sure there’s another fruit on earth that stirs me quite li ...

Despite some seasonal confusion (my heart is saying pine cones but my eyes are still seeing roses),  ...

There’s a scene in the Hollywood remake City of Angels that’s indelibly etched in my memory. The her ...