Hewey brought out the old guitar Saturday nights, when the crickets sparked into song and the kids curled up in … More
In another world, they called them young ladies. Here they’re called rascals.
She moved with fabric-free blue gentility, this noble soul — and her eyes reflected mine.
I loved the way the sun played at her neck and face. We didn’t speak the same language, but we … More
A reflective soul, Shelley listened gently as my pastel brushed against paper.
“Let us not take ourselves too seriously. No one has a monopoly on wisdom.” — Queen Elizabeth II, the Queen … More