Making Lines

At first, I though the little brown bird had no head.  On the rough gray cement of my front porch was a little brown bird. It’s head was...

I watched Sara lay a piece of white copier paper down on the smooth, stained and polished concrete floor beside our church’s copy...

There are times when I weep while at my piano. I’m not a good pianist. I cannot play straight through relatively simple pieces. But this...