Small enough to fit  in your shirt pocket so you could take it out in a moment of distress to ingest a happy  maxim or just stare a while at its orange and yellow cover (so cheerful in itself you...

There are days we liveas if death were nowherein the background; from joyto joy to joy, from wing to wing,from blossom to blossom toimpossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.From “Blossoms” by Li-Young Lee Spring is coming to an end. Sum...

This has been a tough week amongst a string of tough weeks. I feel like a poppy fighting to grow through the cracks between pavers. Choosing to bloom in isolation. Finding hope in soil and sustenance. Finding air to breathe in concrete. Finding stren...

And if I speak of Paradise,then I’m speaking of my grandmotherwho told me to carry it alwayson my person, concealed, sono one else would know but me. From “A Portable Paradise” by Roger Robinson A favorite high school religion teacher tau...