Writing Life Stories

My readers know I love animals, especially dogs and horses. My horse, Pretty Thing, lived to be 32 years old and was my darling. My poodle, ...

This past week has been a sad one for me because I have heard bad news from several sources. One of my dearest friends has been...

I learned of a poet named Jane Kenyon when I first came to the mountains and began studying poetry with Nancy Simpson . I don’t remember ...

Four years ago, early morning, I awoke, exhausted, in a small sparse room in a hospice center where I had stayed round the clock for severa...

This post was written a few weeks ago and saved in Draft.  Just one year ago, we three sisters had our picture made in front of Gay'...

When we lose our loved ones, especially after we begin losing our siblings, our mortality rears up and roars at us. How long do we have lef...

Age is a learning experience that can’t be gained in the best college or university. With age comes wisdom and mature thinking. It is not ou...

Tonight I watched a man overcome his fear of heights by being hoisted high in the air, and a woman put her hand in a bucket of worms althou...