Published April 4, 2017 The Persistence of Beauty My dad was 50 when I was born, and though he could have been my grandfather he never seemed old. My childhood […]
Published August 10, 2017 Diminutive drama It is the height of summer here, and my yard is like a miniature safari jungle. My houseplants are outside until the […]
Published October 18, 2015 Morning Mountain Mist Flying to Georgia I was struck by the mist forming a thick veil over all the mountains. The trees were only visible […]