Early in the twenty-first century, I resigned my volunteer docent position at the Des Moines Art Center. A few…

This afternoon, for about forty-five minutes, I inhabited the Des Moines Art Center, Pei Gallery. While propped up…

As I attempt to publish comments in the comment section of exploring the mystery, Google keeps asking me to…

On this peaceful foggy Friday morning, leaves model the beauty of slowness as they float through the air.…

What Nicky would have said in the past: A poem, especially if sandwiched in a paragraph, doesn’t warrant my…

Vacations are chock full of transitions. The most difficult one for me?  The first few days when I…

Magic Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets  are always hidden in…

I appreciate how the first three lines of Mary Jo Salter’s poem speak of the difficulty I have…

Rather than buckling down to create today’s post, I went for a walk. I would like to report my…

“Every one is born with a mind but it is only through introspection, observation, connecting the head and…