* This was my 2021 Christmas card... The mummers walk Through coldest night, Lit by moon and lantern-light. Children wearing ancient...

We gather here, my backyard friends: The squirrels, the birds, and me, To mourn the passing on of one Whose spirit now soars free. With a...

As we were moving into our new place, a taxi driver slowed down and beckoned to us. He rolled down his window and looked around, as if he...