Darla’s Ashes
The four of us gathered at the river’s edge, and, each with a scoop of fine ash the color of an oyster shell, released Darla into the water. Her last … Continue reading
May 13, 2017 · 3 Comments
The Yogi or the Fraud?
By now I am accustomed to the pattern, but it doesn’t make it any easier. I get a writing assignment and my knee jerk reaction is: But I’m not qualified! … Continue reading
May 31, 2015 · Leave a comment
