The Gathering of Leaves
Strewn about the yard, the leaves that sprouted in early spring, created shade at the height of summer, and transformed magically as autumn ripened, await their burial. Dust to dust, earth to earth, it is a ceremony as full of ritual as any in my life. For is there any observance so pleasant as the gathering of the leaves...

What's One More Day?
Please bear with me. I'm just writing. Stream of consciousness style. Out on my back porch in the sunshine on this warm November afternoon. Just feel like writing. Poring forth. Processing out loud. There's a cricket poring forth somewhere in the viburnum. He and I, we're in a rhythm. Cars buzz by on the road out front, maybe it's moms taking their kids to and from this and that. I used to be one of those moms. I'll be one of those moms a little later when I

Photo Op 11: Leaves
Leaves by Elsie N. Brady How silently they tumble downAnd come to rest upon the groundTo lay a carpet, rich and rare,Beneath the trees without a care,Content to sleep, their work well done,Colors gleaming in the sun. At other times, they wildly flyUntil they nearly reach the sky.Twisting, turning through the airTill all the trees stand stark and bare.Exhausted, drop to ea

And For That, I Am Truly Grateful
By morning, it had already been a lovely day. I woke to a cheerful daybreak, the moon floating high above the roof of the garage, smiling at us as the coffee was poured. At Mark's departure, his daily dismissal at precisely 7:12, I fired up my laptop, checked my personal email, today's Moxie Fab World blog post, my work email, and Facebook, engaging myself in the calm, sweet solace of routine. I proceeded to fix some glitches in the blog post, noodled around a little on Etsy, decided not to update my Facebook status because

Happy Haunting!
Have I mentioned recently how much I love my job? Oh, I have? Well, bear with me, because I'm going to say it again. I love my job. Here's one of the many reasons why: The 9 Brides of Frankenstein My take on t