Sometimes rain whispers gently across prairies, upon wildflower petals, soaking the earth, quenching a thirst for life; soaking me with...

Sometimes I hide within bleakness. At least, that’s how it’s felt lately. Work stress. Financial hardship. Feeling stuck in various...

A friend of mine lost her husband recently. A wonderful man. Kind, compassionate, funny. They’re both the types of people emitting loving...

An interview published in The Paris Review’s spring edition caused me to go into a state of reflection. Author Rachel Cusk discussed many...

"Empty Tomorrows" We are ghosts of empty tomorrows; the bleak grey hues overshadowing the sun waiting for light to break through, waiting...