Category Archives: Prose

Sitting here fireside bathed in the ghostly starlight it occurs suddenly to me that it’s not for the heat nor the light that we kindle this fire tonight. It’s for the gathering that the fire promotes. It’s about the family and the friends and the glory of our common bond. The flame beacons us andContinue reading “Tribal Gathering”

Fifteen years ago we planted a tree in the front yard of our new home and dedicated it to the little life we had just planting in this world. Over the years we watched it grow and even as our marriage ended that little tree kept adding branches…growing stronger…taller. A growing symbol of the resilienceContinue reading “Sickamore”