I MISS Christmas Cards. The old-fashioned kind that arrived in our mailbox. Those beautiful mail-carriers loaded down with so much more than bills and junk mail. Carrying those wishes across the miles from friends we hadn’t heard from for a year. We loved going to the mailbox as kids. We loved hearing my Mom and Dad …
Glorious! That’s my one word for Mother’s Big Birthday bash. On the water, looking out over sunset, surrounded by loved ones. This is my favorite picture of her with my aunt Helen laughing over something really hush, hush. A whispered secret. And a picture of her wishing tree where everyone wrote down wishes for her and …
Listen on Demand & At your Leisure Halloween Clearstory 2012
It’s this kind of day on the hill. The photo explains why writers sometime need to stare out of windows to write. And why writers like little first graders can sometimes stare out the window for a long, long time – not hearing the teacher and not writing a word. The leaves fall a few …