Sparkings

Is there any creature noisier than a blue jay? I’m not sure, not in my neck of the woods, at least. And you always know when one is nearby –…

This morning, when I walked out my front door, there it was, standing in front of me -- the obvious sign that things are changing again. Not that anyone these…

I have a confession to make: I like poetry. There, I said it. (And I feel so much better for doing it, so thanks.) I’m a professional writer and a…