Last night, Annie Leibovitz's book, Pilgrimage , fell off the shelf in our living room.  Samantha was asleep, Tim and ...

How To Find A Poem Wake with a dream-filled head. Stumble out into the morning, barely aware of how the sun is laying down strips of silver...

We were at another lake this weekend, this time for the same reason every literary person goes on holiday: a basketball tournament.  That...

What is that saying - Denial ain't just a river in Egypt?  Well, when the temperature breaks the freeze mark all week and the sidew...

Well, here we are.  My birthday has passed. The lovely roses Tim bought me are melting into a sea of white ruffles.  The cake has all bee...