Hats

She took the delicately formed key from the top of the crystal cabinet and unlocked the door. She had already gathered her mother’s and her grandmother’s favorite hats and two mirrors from the dressing tables. Now she gathered teapots, plates and tea cups. She set the...

The Key and the Mirror

The key was driving him crazy. It fit perfectly into the middle of the mirror. Who in their right mind made a key out of mirrored glass? And it was the third key they had found. They were all hidden in odd places in the old house and they all fit into the mirror. She...

Another Transition

Transitions are always interesting. I’ve written before about the transition from Married to Widow; this one is different. That one was not a choice. This one is a choice. I get to think about it, play with the idea, see how it fits, decide if I like it. The other is...

Rituals

In my Faith there are almost no institutionalized rituals and I like that – and I like rituals. What is the difference? For me, the institutionalized rituals I have experienced over my life lost their meaning easily. I had to work really hard to remember and to...

A Hole in Her Pants

I was following a suggestion to just write about whatever I noticed. The first thing I noticed at a coffee shop was that the woman ahead of me had a small rip on the back of her slacks right beside the pocket button. This is what the came out of my head and onto the...