Old Soul by Julie Sumner I have always been old. Before I lost my first tooth I learned to listen, to take the long view of life. I saw i...

This weekend we discovered a new favorite bookstore—you know the type: stone walls, uneven floor, close shelves requiring you to accident...

Like by A. E. Stallings Farrar, Straus, & Giroux 2018 There’s just a whole lot to love about this particular book of poems by A. E. Stall...

Three in the morning wasn’t his typical time to sit on the lawn. Dew heavy trouser legs chilling his ankles and what had to be the same tw...

We tucked in a brisk hike this morning, sneaking it into our schedules before resuming our appointments for the day. If we were going to...

And what do I see When time passes swiftly And runs out of sand how to penetrate that dark scary forest And find my way through the brier...

Grandma Marilyn Ward, April 1927-April 2018 When cherry blossoms fluttered, Falling gently down, Unloosing hold on living limb To spin, a...

Finding some lost thing is a paradise all its own. When that leather wallet worn smooth as a burro's back, ambles shyly into its old pock...

For the cherry blossom tourist season in my home, Washington, D.C. Pink-toned blossoms can arrest Clicking heels on sidewalk gray. Season...