Non-Fiction Living

There’s a hierarchy of vessels in every kitchen. I am not even eyeing the huge soup pots or mixing bowls. That would be selfish. The pitcher...

I’m not talking about a suitcase hurriedly stuffed and thrown in the trunk. What this really looks like is a glass half-filled and warm, lea...

This conversation has taken a turn. Because you’re working my last nerve, I look at the time. I say something. It isn’t diplomatic. True, th...

Once our son’s pediatric oncology nurse teaches us how to wash our hands, we will never again use the melted and misshapen bar of soap in th...

You throw open your front door wide in invitation, but soon I’ll come in the side entrance. Everyone knows who is company and who can just g...

I never actually wanted to build a campfire. But I’m on a beach with the air getting cold. There’s a rough hewn circle with a few logs. I ha...

I broke the pact I made I failed at one, two, three - all the tries I discarded everything then gave up for a time Choosing to lay my focu...