Stepping Into the Snow

Stepping Into the Snow

I think the blizzard is over. I turn the keys in my lock and step outside to a wall of white. There is still a wind blowing small flakes around, and I’m bundled with tall boots, hood, scarf and gloves. This is the first step I’ve taken outside in over 24...
Your Coffee Break

Your Coffee Break

If I can’t take My coffee break Somehow the soul no longer tries Somehow I don’t metabolize Something inside of me Coffee or otherwise Coffee or otherwise Something inside of me Dies! Ring true? How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying made its...
Jazz and Crayons

Jazz and Crayons

Trumpet Bass Saxophone Trombone And then the piano begins. A cacophony of rhythm, they stand side by side, changing time signatures with ultimate ease, creating cords of fifths and sevenths, filling the stage, filling the room. Filling my ears, as my body starts to...
Locating Home

Locating Home

Crickets are gently chirping. I hear the lap of the small lake, water flowing out of the man-made spicket. A female cardinal lands on the bird feeder to my right, and is joined by a bright red male.  He dips his head into the water, and leans back, his head almost...
Line of Sight

Line of Sight

It’s that time of year again.  I walk into the small examining room, and sit in the dark grey leather, the expansive seat.  I take off my glasses from habit.  I know this routine.  Folding in the frames, right over left, I place them on a small table to my side and...