Me and My Magnolias

Despite any concern the premature buds wouldn’t survive the cold nights, in just a week’s time, those hundreds of tiny, tulip shaped pods are in full blossom.  Turning onto my street after the gym tonight, the sun was shining through the effervescent pink blooms of my twin magnolias.  My first March here, they surprised me.  … Continue reading Me and My Magnolias

When You’re Healing

The balmy, seventy-degree day has resolved itself into a cool, serene staging area for creative evolution and this writer’s growth.  I can ignore my throbbing right shoulder best when I’m busy, but even as I try to focus on the letters forming themselves into words while I type, I can’t overlook the tiny, sharp pain … Continue reading When You’re Healing

Do You See What I See?

Do you see what I see when we look at the same image?  Whether you’re smiling back at my nieces and nephew from a smart phone, tablet, PC, or Mac, we’re all looking at the same image.  The dripping chill of a rainy Hampton Roads Valentine’s Eve cannot permeate the warmth each expression elicits automatically … Continue reading Do You See What I See?

If you could go back, would you?

For my thirty-fifth birthday, all I really wanted was time.  Court her, cover her up, or ignore her; time is a fickle mistress.  I remember in high school, a teacher in her mid-thirties quoted an Irish playwright: “Youth is wasted on the young.”  I rolled my eyes, considered my straight A’s and myriad extracurricular accomplishments, … Continue reading If you could go back, would you?