Category: At Home

For Kristie, Who Came

Thought of you today. Opened the book and your photo fell out, And there you were–eating pizza in sunshine– On my lap, the place your head once rested When you were still mine. Before the split, when you were taken one way While I continued…

Good Friday Hope

Who would have imagined there’d be Good Friday hope found in a Kalanchoe? Winter over, it was recently time to purge the gardens for replanting—strip brittle bean vines and pull up dried tomato plants, uproot any remaining beets and harvest several ripe spaghetti squash. What…