• Thinking about…

    A friend and I get together and walk every two weeks or so to catch up. Walking took the place of coffee sitting a long time ago. Once the hugs of greeting are…

  • Why I Write…

    I would like to say I’ve been telling stories all my life. That somehow I knew writing was my calling. But it was’t. Not exactly. I think I loved the story first. I…

  • Life is a highway…

    My photo background on my computer screen is of a wide-open road as the sun is coming up. I loved the moment and the colors and even the way the specs of bugs…