My annual "blueberry" entry seems to get further and further away from June every year.  The entry is my way of checking in on my ...

I always have words.  It's my thing, my gift.  When all else fails, words can rescue me; when I am drowning, words are my air.  When I a...

Less than three minutes.  The walk from our new home to the public elementary school the girls were supposed to attend this year takes less ...

Roll over. Throw the blankets off. One foot on the floor. Two feet on the floor. Walk. I will myself to start the day, because...

One fine day, I reported for an ultrasound. The baby was not cooperating, and I should go walk around a bit. "Something's wrong...

About two weeks ago I saw a possum that had been struck by a car, lying dead on the painted center divider on Truxtun extension.  For a week...

It niggles at me a little every day, and has for the past almost two months. I never did write my annual "Blue" entry fo...