Share Your Bounty

Share Your Bounty

I write a lot about the garden being my therapy and how strolling its paths can lift my spirit, or napping on the back porch daybed restores my body. However, the best gift my garden gives is the joy of sharing its bounty.

Tag, You’re It!

Tag, You’re It!

I love to read. Stories fascinate me. When words are juxtaposed just right within a narrative, they jump out at me and I get the “goosies!” I have spiral notebooks full of exquisite phrases and sentences gleaned from reading. These words are powerful. They make me stop and think, mull over a new idea, soak in a relatable epiphany, and absorb a fresh perspective on a familiar concept.

I Wept

I Wept

I wept. Commiserative grief, survivor’s guilt, and all-consuming powerlessness pushed at my soul after listening to the news about all the plants full of COVID infected but non-symptomatic mothers and fathers. This drowning sadness triggered in me historical vignettes of the marginalized WWII prisoners dejectedly lining up to enter what they thought was a work camp, but for the old, feeble, or the very young, was a death march into the incinerators.

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