I keep going over my checklist and making sure we are ready for our big birding day. Directions sent home? Check. Permission Slips?...

Since dipping a toe into the bird pool, my librarian friend, Shayne and I want to swim all the way across. “I’ve always wanted to be an...

I think of binocular toting people who say things like, “Did you hear that Yellow-bellied Sapsucker?” as a breed apart themselves....

The summer streets of Washington D.C. are crowded with tourists, government officials, and the people who work them daily. My...

Mamaw Sanford lives three miles out of town, down a dirt lane that turns off a gravel road. Her little white house sits at the bottom of...

The conference center climate control cannot correct for varying levels of belief scattered through the ballroom. Our speaker is dynamic....

I do love a good hike. . . when I am secure the trail is well-marked, the path not dangerous, the view rewarding and worth the effort . ....

I can’t imagine what it takes to maintain a vacation home. Lots of folks I know spend time at their shore houses. I think about the cost...

Dan and I live in what I call our little shoebox house. It is about 1200 square feet of living space nestled between two fields on the...

I am listening to words that seem wrong, just wrong. Doris has one of the most fascinating lives I’ve ever heard tell. She’s a...

One thousand dollars is a sum I do not take for granted. I am recently returned to work full time after our change in farm status. I am...

I am twelve-years-old, on a mission, being thwarted by the consistent delivery of the word, “No.” She is wrong to say no. I know she is...

The day is gray and rainy and I am nervous about finding the place I’m supposed to report for tree-planting duty. I volunteered to help...

My wardrobe is not exactly sexy. I need teacher clothes, farm clothes, jogging clothes, church clothes, and an occasional cute outfit...

I watch a group of women at my dinner table logging on to a genealogy app, then finding other women in the country club dining room and...

Three fourth grade girls and I sit at a little round table for forty minutes once a week and devote ourselves to writing. These young...

I look out the back passenger window while my friend Lori and her father return me home after a day of swimming. I watch my...

I notice an interesting trait in my family. We bear name problems. Take my mother’s, “Willie Jo.” She hates being called Willie and...

I beckon Dan through the crowded party to meet an adorable engaged couple I’m getting to know. After greetings and discussion of how...

Friends are over for toddler play time when the radiologist’s office calls. I need to go back in to redo images on my pregnancy...