To my dear “Elle,” Not only do I Love you for your beginning of my name but for the many emotions and actions you have created. If it weren’t for … Continue reading L by Linda Freedland
A LETTER TO MY FAVORITE LETTER by Kernan W Davis
Dear Letter K: Of course K, you are my favorite letter, not just because you begin my name, but because you have played a significant part in my earliest days … Continue reading A LETTER TO MY FAVORITE LETTER by Kernan W Davis
The Late Bloomer by June Hannay Kosier
The letter “J” is my favorite letter of the alphabet, probably because it is the first letter of my first name. However, it was the last letter to be developed … Continue reading The Late Bloomer by June Hannay Kosier
What is a queen without her king? by Cynthia Snow
Dear Q,What is a queen without her king? When we first started dating, I was confused. You were so quirky. I wasn’t quite sure if you were a consonant or … Continue reading What is a queen without her king? by Cynthia Snow
Infinite Grace by Margo Fish
Sometimes, I fall into flowering fields, Where the weight of a feather is equal to mine, And the wind hears my heart beat, Like the Rhythmed wings it floats. My … Continue reading Infinite Grace by Margo Fish
Conservatives and Cough Syrup by Linda Freedland
When you’re in your twenties, you’re stupid. Really stupid. You think you’re smart, worldly, and know everything, but you know very little. I was in my early twenties when I … Continue reading Conservatives and Cough Syrup by Linda Freedland
Look Before You Pee by Mary Perrin Scott
The challenge of riding 220 miles on the Erie Canal rose up in front of me. At 75 could I do it with grace? I thought, “If you never try, … Continue reading Look Before You Pee by Mary Perrin Scott
Doughnut Day by June Hannay Kosier
“As you ramble on through life, Brother,Whatever be your goal.Keep your eye upon the doughnut.And not upon the hole.”Margaret Atwood Doughnut DayUntil recently, I thought Doughnut Day, celebrated on June … Continue reading Doughnut Day by June Hannay Kosier
Barefoot by Philip Snyder
Well beyond midlife, at this uncertain age of remembering, so much of my past arises unbidden. Boyhood summers barefoot, reconnecting me to the primal happy time of the early years … Continue reading Barefoot by Philip Snyder