Published September 2, 2018



 



A note to my reader:  The publication of Her Widow has been delayed a couple months while …
Published August 27, 2018
Her Widow



The dogwood has white blossoms, and six yellow tulips stand erect at the tree’s base like lady sentinels.
Dear …
Published August 20, 2018


 
Her Widow
A sparrow has built a nest in the corner of the porch ceiling.               …
Published August 8, 2018
 
Her Widow
Today’s sunshine arrived too late for the earthworms. Numerous swollen bodies lay like fat noodles on the sidewalks.
Dear Catherine,
Sleeping …
Published July 29, 2018



 

The Forsythia has bloomed.
Dear Catherine,
This sunny, spring day doesn’t lift my spirits. It feels like an affront. …
Published July 23, 2018
 
Note to readers:  There are two letters here that are separated by a great blank space that I can’t control.  Hopefully, you will …
Published July 15, 2018
 

 
 
Our fights were rarely over anything serious, but a result of taking ourselves too seriously. 
I recall one time in …
Published July 8, 2018
 

 
      We gathered our courage one day and wrote your obituary. I pulled the narrow desk chair over to …