melba toast

There aren't many things in life I need to be happy, except for maybe a quality red leather handbag. It all started when I was given a ...

Stopping at a light on an early Saturday morning in my quiet, still-asleep city, I look over at a boarded up building, closed for business,...

Yesterday I went to an art show in an artist's backyard. I don't know her personally, and may not have had a conversation with her,...

For Worship with the Arts Sunday, October 30, 2016 In the beginning, God creates. Sand and clay are kneaded, formed into a sph...

Mental preparation is not possible for the tasks at hand. I do not know where to begin. I skip my early morning workout at the gym, (my lat...

They're all behind you They'll never find you They're on the ocean floor Your sins are forgotten They're on the bottom...

She sat staring at the lab report, glancing over at me from time to time as she spoke mostly to herself, checking off where my hormonal lev...