There are two kinds of tired; one requires sleep, the other requires rest.

Ethel sat in her rocker on the porch of the old folks home, watching as the little girl raced her kick scooter up and down the sidewalk. As she watched, she felt a twinge of jealousy come to her mind knowing that as a child she never had such a toy to play with. At…

I don’t need to meditate. I have dogs.

Over the last 185 days of self-isolation, social distancing and collections of face masks, I’ve watched as my blog readership has dropped off. I did the unusual things to help refresh interest, like slowing my daily postings, changing the name of my blog, reformatting and even changing subjects. None of it helped. Finally, I stepped…

Feeling lost and alone And without one word I hung up the phone Having heard what No one wants to hear. So long my old friend, I will remember you And the things we used to do. Who knew this was the end. I went to the refrigerator, Found what I was looking for. Stepped…

I don’t always carry all my groceries from the car to the house in one arm, but when I do, my keys are in the wrong pocket.

With a need to escape smoky skies and my own aloneness, I decided to go photograph a tunnel I’d seen south of Yerington, along US 95A. And while fresh air, blue sky and sunshine were not to be found, I did drive directly into a smoke that was worse than that which I’d left. With…

It’d be great if pillows recorded dreams and we could plug it into our device and enjoy them again.

Whose Molotov cocktail is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite angry though. He was cross like a dark Othello. I watch him pace. I cry hell no. He gives his Molotov cocktail a shake, And screams I’ve made a bad mistake. The only other sound’s the break, Of distant glass, of heat…

You know journalism’s in trouble when the headline reads, “Planes dropping colorful chemicals helped squelch this fire.”