If You're Going My Way, I'll Walk With You

  A Confederate soldier's lament, afraid to go home for fear of what he will find, how it will be.

  O n the green hill with the river beyond it long ago and my father there and my grandmother standing in her faded clothes wrinkled hig...

This morning it was 17 degrees warmer than yesterday morning.  The night before last and yesterday morning we had a cold north wind b...

  A repost from Halloween of 2020 . It's an evening for dress-up play for kids of all ages, as they say. Fog blew in in the lat...

   I may be flying a complicated airplane, rushing through space, but in this cabin I'm surrounded by simplicity and thoughts set free o...

  Written quite a while ago.   Cat contemplating deer.  I'm back at the ranch and very happy to be so.  I hadn't realized how much ...

Most of what happens happens beyond words. The lexicon of lip and fingertip defies translation into common speech. I recognize the scent of ...

 ChatGPT says: Based on the text, several insights can be gleaned about the person who wrote it, likely Wanda:     Attention to Detail and ...

Dear, dear L.O., Your going was so unexpected. There was nothing to anticipate it. Neither of us knew in the morning what the evening would ...

I was looking over my draft posts and see that I have more than a dozen that I've started and not gotten around to finishing, some dati...

A repost from August 11, 2020  I ran across this comment on a message board discussing East Asian cultural and history matters: "I j...