Coming to Grips

Fifteen degrees on the outdoor thermometer, and I dread walking out to an unheated greenhouse, though he tells me I should, prepares me for what I am about to witness; Tomato plants first, laden with unripened fruit, no fault, didn’t get the structure built on...

Too Soon Gone

Where on earth do I belong?I have taken up space on this orbfor nearly seventy years, manyof these spent in utter confusion,lost to myself, leaving many others to wonder, who is this being?As if I, myself held the answers,aware of my motivations, I did not; And I get...