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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