I slumped in my deck chair; my eyes level with the bowl of the metal bird bath. It was a pleasant view covered as it was with a greenish patina on the metal. I had filled it with fresh water…
My maternal grandmother Addie was not an educated woman, but she was intelligent and sensitive. By nature she was a poet. She often wrote poems which were, as literary pieces, very naive and simple ~ but they expressed deep feelings…
By Robin Gilbert Luftig Picking the perfect Mother’s Day card has always been a challenge for me. I can spend hours at the card shop reading about, “You’ve been the best influence ever” or “You’re my best friend.” All beautiful…
By Bonnie Fair “You have to decide what kingdom it is you belong to, what kingdom you serve.” It appeared like a flash of red out of the corner of my eye and then it was gone. It belonged though…
By Katie Heid Creativity runs in my blood, but true artistic talent hit the skids when I turned nine. Still, there’s a part of me that likes to dabble and create just for the sake of it. That’s why recently…