Previously published in the Hughson Chronicle-Denair Dispatch I like sunny days. The way the sunlight illuminates everything, the feel of the heat as it ever so slightly cooks your skin, the way everything feels alive and awake all add to my delight on sunny days. It makes January feel like
She reflected on the events of the past week, how close to the precipice she had been. It was first a fever, than inconsolability. Yet her child still tried to play. Then he became tired. Like those days one year ago. She had no energy to fight with the king
Philothea reached her home just as the storm settled in for a strong blow. On her walk, the wind first held her back and then pushed her forward. Light rain that speeded her step moved in sheets as the wind blew. “This is just one side of the mountain,” she
Continuing the conversation as I read Only the Lover Sings, by Josef Pieper. Thoughts about music “What do we perceive when we listen to music with the ‘right ears’?” I have been married five and a half years. My husband is a musician. He is the kind of musician who
