Doubt Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep The evening ritual of saying a bedtime prayer with my father was always something I looked forward to as a…
Gratitude Christmas & Beyond My new friend, You’re a private soul, perhaps a stoic New Englander, I don’t know you well enough to say,…
Uncategorized From a Ditty to Its Source Poem, and Further Thoughts on Waiting “A ditty sprang to mind,” Dona Clark commented on my website, and then she quoted the last stanza of Henry…
Listening Passing Through Charybdis on the Way to Advent The wet sheet wrapped itself around my legs, a tangled mess I was too tired to fix. The pillowcase was…