I knew in my gut that I would carry this with me all my life. The knowledge that empty space could be a hell of a thing.

It’s like running into an old lover 20, 30, 40 years down the road. Not the same person at all. Changed a whole lot. Yet . . . somehow, whe

These days. I relive all the miles I’ve traveled going home again. Places I’ve traveled from like South Florida down Everglades way....

These days. I miss the used to be. The way back when. I miss my Mother bringing in the mail, pouring her tenth cup of coffee, sitting...

These days. My Grandmother and all that she was to me is close at hand. Never more than today when I think of how many years we gathered...

These days. I’ve been thinking of some doors Those we close and ones we walk through. Doors we pray for and some, well, we’d rather not...

These days. I am thinking of bridges. The seeming majestic miracle of a bridge that carries us across waters or across years and years...

A few days ago, I was walking wild dog Kevin when I couldn’t help but notice a couple of small kids on little battery cars coming down...

Notes from The Coast This week has blessed me with a new moon (old moon? Waxing? Waning?) just a sliver of a thing, and an open sky at...