The old man has always been there. There was never a time in my life when he didn’t show up. True, it was always according to his schedule. Time meant nothing to him. He would show up when he wanted to and leave when he jolly well pleased. No glances at the wall to check ...

Sunshine blinds and the skies are sparkling blue. Don’tbe fooled: it’s frigid. Photo courtesy of Mohamed Hassan from Pixabay.

Gray, gray, and more gray.Then the sun emerges. ISquint and breathe glory. Photo courtesy of Pixmartin from Pixabay

Wind scrapes my windowI snuggle deeper intomy book, its words ablanket, soft and warm. Time andreality disappear. Featured Photo courtesy of The Pixelman on Pixabay

The road is wet butcrystals adorn my windowSnow falls on the ridge.Like curtains, it opens to reveal winter’s intentions.

I couldn’t keep my eyes from the windows in the classroom. I taught lessons, corrected papers, assigned homework, and answered questions. But I wasn’t there. My eyes, the windows to my soul, took my attention to the white flakes falling. No sunshine turned them into sequins like a magical fairy godmother. They fell from a ...

The broken roses Bleed onto the garden ground Winter is their end.

As we enter into March, my thoughts are turning towards Spring. It is right around the corner, right? Winter’s days are numbered. Right? I mean, how long can the snow possibly last with temperatures soaring in the high 40s? Of course, hope springs eternal – until I look at the weather forecast. High of 20 ...

Monochromatic color splayed like a smudge on the horizon.  A cardinal flits across my view. A bright red fleck in snow.

We recently enjoyed a week-long, fun-filled vacation in the beautiful state of Massachusetts. Not only does the state have several of our country’s top-notch hospitals and universities, but its seafood is world-famous, and the vast sports culture thrives. Additionally, Massachusetts is home to endless summertime and wintertime activities, and it is chock-full of magnificent history ...