Love Notes

I’m part of a writing community that meets regularly to write together. As we gathered to write about the prompt “One Step Forward”, I closed my eyes to think of a story. I heard waves crashing on the beach below. One wave. And then another. And another. On and

I'm interrupting regular programing to give homage to my beloved father-in-law who died this week. To say Frank Perrine was special is a severe understatement. He was known - and loved - by thousands but made a person feel like the most important person in the world when he spoke

I kiss Maud every morning - her face cool, her smile warm. She never says a word. She’s stone so that makes sense but I don’t think it’s the stone that’s stopping her. She receives my kiss without complaint, without pulling away, without looking through me.

I purposely don’t have the comments open on Fire & Light. Engaging in comments, interacting with readers, feels like an easy place for me to hide. It’s fun spending time and energy connecting with people when sitting with myself and pulling stories out feels hard. I’m a master

I wrote this years before the pandemic. It still holds true for me although I recognize there are exceptions. I don't always have an easy time relying on myself - unexpected transitions throw me - but simple doesn't mean easy. People seem to be always reaching for some “thing” that