Early last night, we sat on our front steps with a big, orange bowl of candy. Small princesses and butterflies. . . .

There are so many griefs and sorrows. Sometimes they come out of the blue. . . .

One day last week, I strolled for a little while with a friend, arm in arm. We enjoyed. . . .

Last week, I watched a large, sleek, state-of-the-art fishing trawler pull into the harbor to offload its catch. When it docked. . . .

When I am not careful, ingratitude is my default. I pay attention to what is lacking. . . .

A month ago, I spent three very long days focusing on me. . . .