Last night I read until I got sleepy. Outside my window I could hear the wild winds blowing the tree branches to and fro. I felt snug and warm in my bed, safe from the…

Last night I began reading Deb Spera’s debut novel “Call Your Daughter Home.” The setting is 1924 in Branchville, South Carolina. The book focuses on the lives of three women. There is Gertrude, a mother…

Yesterday I stood on the back step of the patio. The sky was like a placid body of water. A smooth gray velvet surface that made me want to touch its softness. Last night it…

Women can break up a spat with children while talking on the phone and flipping pancakes. Maybe iron a husband’s shirt at the same time. But when it comes to relationships, we come to realize…

I received a book in the mail over the weekend and I opened it to glance inside. What I read lured me in and I began reading “I’ll Be Gone In The Dark” by Michelle…

Christmas is now behind us. It’s in the rear view mirror until next year. It was really just another day of the week for me. As I’ve aged, I find that I’ve adopted the ways…