I see you.  I know you because I’ve been in that place.  I know that weight, that thing that’s pressing in, pulling you down – you know, that thing you never

Somehow, the conversation turned to a supremely difficult time of testing that The Mister had been through some years back.  “How long,” I asked him, “was it tough and miserable?”

I recalled the text that had come last Thursday, “Did you hear the bad news?  He was killed.” Surely everyone who received the terrible news that night thought instantly of

We’d traveled to another town to hear a concert with friends, and it was on the way home that the conversation took a turn.  We’d been talking the whole evening

Today is Monday, tomorrow’s Tuesday, and I’m thinking of T’s.  I’m mulling over things that tickle my gizzard and things that don’t and what do you do with those? I’ll

Heading, now, toward the coffee shop in the predawn darkness, ready to start a new day and a new column, I heard the whisper. “What is it that you want?”

Of mountains.  Of miracles.  Of Monday papers.  Of great, big dreams and a time tomove.  That’s what’s on my mind this morning. It’s column day today.  Driving to the coffee

Job stress, family issues, cracks in the budget, and a mower that breaks.  Drop by drop, the leak begins.  A rivulet forms, and then a river, rushing, raging, sweeping away

When you write, it feels as if your words tumble out into a great, black gulf.  You can’t see people’s faces. Can’t look into their eyes.  You don’t know for sure if anyone

I’d taken off early this morning, chunky backpack with the girlish accents tucked in behind me, and headed for my favorite place in the world to create.  I’d savored my coffee, freshly