Happy Valentine's Day! And LOTS of Questions.
It's the morning after the Super Bowl. I don't go looking for comments about the event (well, I am not really interested in the hoopla...
Ode to Dad and Mingo Creek
January 7, 2023 When we were children, our dad would take us on long Sunday drives. Dad’s driving style is “meandering” – he drives...
Magic Eyes
August 14, 2022 Today was my first post-covid day out in the world. I went to Mingo Creek and just sat on a boulder next to the stream,...
Thinking of Clouds
July 7, 2022 I want to speak the language of a cloud. I want just to be there, here, to float untethered, to be part of this vast...
Here for You
July 5, 2022 My name is Ash. You might think by my name that I am dry, leftover. Just remains, gray and dead. Don’t be fooled. I am...
Remembering Truth
August 16, 2021 How are you doing? For me, there are days when all seems fine but, to be honest, there have recently been more days than...
When Songbirds Fell from the Sky
July 26, 2021 This is the summer when the songbirds fell from the sky. No one is quite sure yet why it has happened. A mysterious illness...
Sunday Words of Hope
July 18, 2021 I write this because I love you and I want Earth and all living parts of nature to continue and to thrive in love and joy....
Children of Summer
September 8, 2020 I remember children running through sprinklers Bodies slick and sun-kiss'd brown Laughing slipping sliding on wet...
Tenderness and Longing
May 1, 2020 The last time I was in Kentucky, I tried to teach my mom, almost 92 years old, how to dictate a text. We had not given my...