Back in the day, in the era when it was possible to find independent, owner-managed shops in my town, I took my electronic woes to  a reliable, personable computer

‘Twas one night before Christmas, but not the night.  Bells had been rung, carols sung. People were wending their way home in the chilly night, passing lighted windows, boots crunching

Murmuration. It might be… -a whispered secret in a friend’s ear, -a brook spilling over river rocks, -the sound of night breezes, insects calling in the grass, -my heart beat,

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This morning, I am taking a break from my blog break. Given the state of our country, I have decided to send out a portion of my 2017 Independence Day

Dear Readers,                  I will be taking a six-month break from this blog in order to compile and publish a selection from the

A woman, her arms full of shopping bags, fell face first on the busy sidewalk, knocking out her wind and sending the bags flying.  Holiday shoppers swarmed past, until a

Last night we slept through the longest night of the year, reminding us that this year is waning and the earth will begin its slow journey back towards the sun.

  It never fails. The seasons change and I become like a woman possessed. First, the garden.  As soon as the snow melts in spring and a frost seems unlikely,

I had driven Keith to a clinic around noon for his cataract procedure.  Since he would be there for two to three hours, I went to get a sandwich and

Nature’s first green is gold,/ Her hardest hue to hold./  Her early leaf’s a flower;/ but only for an hour./ Then leaf subsides to leaf./ So Eden sank to grief,/

A child was lost in a vast Iowan cornfield. Family and friends searched all day and through the night, to no avail.  Another day and another night they searched. On