A poem from Nancy's collection Musing Along the Ike.

A poem celebrating essential workers.

Priscilla would finally have a room all to herself in their new house on Sylvan Lane in the most-wooded subdivision in all of Lakeford...

The rains are unending. The fear is palpable.

A friend of mine from Lake Tahoe, McAvoy Layne asked that I compose a poem for these troubled times.

As I came down the stairs and saw the sunlight pouring through my front room window, I was hit with a vivid memory...

The early morning is when I get my best work done. It is quiet and calm...

You are made up of moonbeams and sunshine and love...

You create your own destiny, so rule with kindness and love.

“Fifteen minutes ’till game time!” Grandpa called from the front porch.

I sit in my garden, this clear summer’s day, awaiting some insight, your whispers may bring.

…life can be so beautiful in the moments…