A Collection of
Short Stories

It was January 5 and a storm was raging ... not a snowstorm but high winds and heavy rains. Flooding, leaks, damage

Really! There was no easy way out except to start all over again. It was then that I sat up and took notice. It happens so often to so many!

I was in my office and was just a little distracted when I thought I heard a knock on the door. I rushed down the stairs wondering who it could be.

Sometimes the stories just come by chance - alone by a campfire, in the stillness of the morning, in the hustle of a busy day

Yesterday I was thinking of some of the things I intend to do one day in my future and it reminded me of my aunt's advice

Funny how some iconic lines stay in your head! "There are eight million stories in The Naked City. This has been one of them".

It wasn't the best way to start a day because I hate arguing but it just had to be said and I was ready to take it on

We were just chatting over a morning coffee when my sister shared the most amazing story about babies and bread pans

Was it like a puzzle with a predetermined picture or would it be a tappestry that would be shaped and patterned by the weaver's hand

You never know what you are going to learn on a Saturday afternoon. We were helping artisan, Kayla Stride, with her first 'raku test run'

Such a beautiful morning. It always seems so on Easter Sunday.

I was so excited when I woke this morning for snowflakes were falling gently and everything was so peaceful