What a feeling it is. Gently resting on my lap, the opening a book, the paper cover and inner pages under my dry fingers. I rub the pages ...

  This past weekend marks the passage of another year of this exercise. I named the blog (exercise) and made my first post on this platform...

  In the early 2000's we took a trip to Vermont. Coincidently, it was almost ten years after the publication of this anthology, and as I...

    So much can be said in silence. I forget this, but when I'm reminded of it, its truth is familiar, and it stings because I work ...

  I encountered this story not knowing anything about the author or the story itself – the way I experience most of the stories in these a...

All the leaves are now off the large tree in our backyard. When I first set up this home office back in August, the tree was filled with lar...

  The leaves on the large tree outside of my window turn from green to yellow, red, and then brown, and today, without a wind, they seem t...