by Laurie Klein Mama deserves a gift. That’s what I think. When she leaves the house, I scurry into the kitchen. I gather a funnel, bud vase, and empty jar.…
photos and writing by Sue Duby A different view today from my favorite coffee shop seat. Raindrops pound the tabletops outside. Golden leaves lie in soggy mounds, scattered across the…
photos and writings by Elaine Breckenridge This afternoon, I admired our young birch tree as it has now developed more yellow leaves than green leaves. A few leaves have fallen…
by Christine Sine Transitions mean change. They are always challenging, sometimes painful. We want to hold onto the familiar and the comforting. The leeks and garlic of Egypt, all that…
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