And if there are moments where heaven opens up a little, rains down some extra happiness, this was one of those nights.

These days. My Grandmother and all that she was to me is close at hand. Never more than today when I think of how many years we gathered...

These days. I'm thinking of the wind. The power of it and the way it moves. Carries things. Of the invisibility. The way it can't be seen...

These days. I am thinking of the word legacy. Of the weight of it and all it means. The way legacy colors all the days of our lives but...

These days. I am thinking of bridges. The seeming majestic miracle of a bridge that carries us across waters or across years and years...

These days. Memory seems to be my closest friend. A constant shadow and companion. Like I am some time traveler from the past cast on the...