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. Wanting everything to hit just so. Like that moment a song comes on the radio and you sing your heart out cause of that pent...

These days. I am no longer haunted half as much by the broken places in my life. Riffs and shifts. Fields planted with promise. Not a...

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 think of dead people. A lot. Getting older, friends and family going on and leaving me behind. Here to remember, hold...

These days. How they slip beneath my feet. Some feeling sturdy like walking on ancient rocks. Others, suddenly, without warning, like the...

These days. I find strange comfort in the simple things. A cast iron pan. A stocked woodpile of seasoned oak. A fireplace or a woodstove...

These days. It’s raining in North Carolina. A November kind of rain where the temps drop ‘bout 30 degrees overnight. Where the sky stays...

These days. Memories stir, rise, and fall of their own free will. This one comes to the surface, catches flight. This night you head down...

These days. There are some things that have never been more precious. I woke up this morning thinking of my mother and her wicked sense...

These days. I have snow on my mind. I'm in the midst of a novel set in the 1930's and it is snowing on the mountain. It's like stepping...

These days. I am thinking of the word legacy. Of the weight of it and all it means. The way legacy colors all the days of our lives but...

These days. I find I need stillness more than I ever have. And that it is harder to find, to corral the noise running rampant in my mind....

These days. I am watching dappled sunlight like I have just been born. Like there are filters in this world, soft, shifting patterns I...

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...

These days. I listen to Gregg Allman sing these words. “I’ve been out walking, don’t do that much talkin’ - these days.” And so it goes....

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...