Here’s what I’m giving up and adding for Lent.

Oh, how I love skiing! Here’s an ode to the days when my legs could handle skiing the big bumps!

Once you see ugly power lines as a perch for your poetry, you can’t unsee it!

Here’s the haiku that will guide me through 2025 and what it means to me so far.

Ax throwing made the list and that was a big surprise!

And now I’m a serial reader with no hope of rehabilitation.

What if our childhood homes could speak? What are the stories they would tell?

Do you have a place you love beyond all others? Here's a way to write about it.

A triplet of haiku about admiring power lines and wrinkles--things that I often think are ugly!