Kindness: The Ultimate Gift
An elderly man stood inside the door of the library. He took a wobbly step…
Anxiety Wants To Be My Friend
Anxiety wants to be my friend. I know because she crawls into bed with me…
The Great Pumpkin Contest
In 1981, my husband Vic organized a “friendly” competition. The Ball Diamond Rd. team of…
October, the Turning Time
Autumn in the New York Finger Lakes is tinged with orange, red, and yellow. Monarchs,…
Vulnerable in an Unbalanced World
I dislike flying, even though I’ve taken many flights to Europe, Asia, and around the…
Monarchs Teach Me to Trust the Cycle of Life
I feel the gentle pinch of grasping butterfly feet on my fingers before she walks…
Monarch Survivors in a World of Climate Change
This year, I rarely see an adult Monarch butterfly in the fields or in my…
A Love Gathering
As the sun moves toward the horizon, seven people sit around a table on my…
Mourning Doves Became My Guardian Angels
As darkness descended, the last Mourning Dove baby peeked over the rain gutter edge. Its…
A Bluebird Mama Gives Me Faith in Nature
I watch the birds nesting near my home. Are they OK? Will a House Sparrow…