Sometimes people notice the cookie jars right away. Other visitors have likely sat in the kitchen for collective hours and never noticed...

I’m not sure how this all came to be. And I’m not just talking about the book. Somehow, from the back of our family’s van, the...

I wrote about baseball, beekeeping, and things that are taken from us.

Maybe they timed their flight from the hive to match my morning round of chores. Maybe they wanted me to see them go, majestic as glitter...

Only through the photograph of a friend did I see the shades of fireball orange, candy pink, and smoky lavender that painted the sky....

Steam from the cup And snow on the path The seasons have changed From the present to past I knew even before I saw the white feathers,...

It must have been an imposter: leggy, medium green, and without fanfare, it grew in great bunches where there had been mint last year. I...

I'm getting better at cracking open the boxes of my hives. I had better be, as beekeeping season is upon us. When I check on my bees, I...

To be so tied to someone that their hurt, disappointment, and fear mix with what's inside of you and become indiscernible: that must be...