The Lone Tree: A View of My Father

It’s not my earliest memory, but it best sums up who my father was. Among other things, he stood over 6 feet without shoes, and he laughed, often, his enjoyment of life so very apparent. He could build anything, and do anything, or so it seemed. Even in the kitchen, he conjured up a myriad of…

The Promise of Apple Blossoms

Spring, when she sashays in, always takes my breath away. Such vivid raiments cover her, so radiant that Joseph with his coat of many colors could only turn green with envy. The eye hardly knows where to light, much as a honey bee – turned loose in a field of daisies – darts from one…

The Heart of the Matter: A Pithy Gallery*

The heart of the matter is often not what we think. A heart can be obscure. Dark, even. Or perhaps too full or too empty. Sometimes it’s intricate, complicated, as “they” say. And maybe even split down the middle. In the end, the crux of the matter leads us to what’s important, to where the…