Several weeks ago I noticed these trees huddled around each other;   perhaps I was seduced by the…

Here’s my nasty little secret: When I was informed that two ash trees in my backyard would be…

This portrait (my first attempt at a Selfie) tells me I am no longer as “afflicted with the…

Our normally responsive town home property manager did not respond to calls before we departed for the weekend;…

This week I was walking the nature trail along North Walnut Creek when I received this picture. I was…

* In Posts #107 to Post #110 (plus four midweek bonus posts), we explored the mystery of disappointment. I…

David Richo* writes that our fears are often, at base, fears of not having control. He presents a…

I remember as a child being told to stop crying because there was nothing to cry about. Being…

  Check out this short story from Lydia Davis:  “We sit in the airplane so long, on the…

My expectations have been that I would always be mobile. Two years ago, my left hip began hurting when…