Sunday afternoons bring our family to a State Park for our weekly walk. Last Sunday, my husband drove us to Sweets Knoll State Park in Dighton. That the park had access to the Taunton River made all of us excited to visit it. As soon as we got to the path to the woods, theContinue reading “THROUGH THE WOODS, INTO THE RIVER”


Plump Balloon flower buds ready to become stars glowing purple in the garden. Their dream stood no chance against eager little hands squeezing the pop out of the blossoms. Perhaps, it is not the flowers but the exploding giggles that are the real treasure.   ~~~~ My children look forward to Balloon Flowers.  They justContinue reading “BALLOON FLOWERS”


The old path offers nothing new. I have been in this place several times before. Still,  I have to be careful – between the network of exposed tree roots, the steep terrain, and the narrowness of the path – I could not afford to not pay attention. I am here to walk and to spendContinue reading “ORDINARY MIRACLES”

SUMMER (A Haibun)

My children run barefoot on the grass, their skin aglow from the sultry heat. Yelling and screaming, they chase each other, and when they tire, they turn on the faucet and spray each other with water from the hose. The driveway glistens, the grass soaks up the run-off water, and the roses drink of theContinue reading “SUMMER (A Haibun)”


Work hard, my son. Success does not simply happen. A butterfly is most graceful when it is flying. What joy you will find in the work of your hand creating beauty, making a difference in the lives you touch. Though it can be tiring Work hard, my son. Success does not simply happen regardless ofContinue reading “EXHORTATION”


  Sugar comes back to our kitchen on Holy Saturdays after a forty day absence. It feeds the yeast that leavens the dough for our favorite Easter treat, Philadelphia Sticky Buns. My husband carefully kneads the rising dough and leaves it on a covered bowl to double. Then it will be kneaded again preparatory toContinue reading “LEAVENED BREAD”


A rose blooms for every soul born the mother’s heart is a garden expanding with each seed sown. Her heart is never divided into smaller portions, until it becomes crumbs doled out to begging mouths. Love is multiplied and her heart is given whole to each fruit of her womb. Daily Post: Baby Dverse Poets’Continue reading “A MOTHER’S HEART”


  How peaceful my children   look after 9:00 p.m.   How angelic are the faces peeking out of their blankets. My heart ponders and  wish that my boys  remain the little children I tuck in at night and gaze on so lovingly. Then morning comes and with it little hellions seem to possess my  angelsContinue reading “A HOPE FOR THE FUTURE (A Haibun)”


That moment when I caught him watching leaves falling from the trees and reaching out with his little arms That moment when I saw him snapping a hawkweed flow’r from its stem and staring at it laying on his hand for however long that moment when he looks at me his lips parting into aContinue reading “THE AGE OF WONDERS (WPC: Magic)”