December 12, 2025
Oh, we’ll leave the tree up for you, Sonny,” she’d write to him. Her nickname for him — So like the sun was her baby boy.
December 9, 2025
With her camel humps bound in an iron brassiere of modesty, she inspired me, the newest magi, to bring cinnamon to the kitchen crèche…
December 7, 2025
December 7, 2025
“As quickly as they arrived, they were gone.
In this vicious assault just after dawn,
Our lost innocents, so wickedly killed,
Left us the voids that could never be filled.”
December 4, 2025
A toy train would be nice, to show me you care, but it will get old, and collect dust somewhere. Love never dies, and never grows old. With memories made there are stories to be told.
December 2, 2025
a wooden body with steady onyx eyes stares through the warm, festive glow of glimmering lights strung…
November 27, 2025
Count your blessings instead of your crosses. Count your gains instead of your losses. Count your joys instead of your woes. Count your friends instead of your foes.
November 26, 2025
Another Thanksgiving is in the books. The kitchen is all in disarray, and we all pitch in to clean. We’ll all see each other another day, but this evening was about more than just cuisine.
November 23, 2025
November 17, 2025
When the fog lifts, we will know, we have all been invited to the theatre-in-the-round where we all belong…
November 13, 2025
Waits, watching as the bright cloak of orange wraps round the scene, a comfort blanket hiding the spilt zest from the orange light.
November 8, 2025
She answered with an upturned corner of faded rose lips, a smile of sorts, and transferred the shampoo bottle from my hand to hers.