Featured Writing

Sun shining over a mountain range.

My Mother’s Words

By Phibby Venable All my mother’s words live around here,and I am always placing them in whatever orderI can remember.They hold the door open each morning, and suggestI have a better gratitude and attitude,for being aliveI stretch my eyes all over the sky, I lean upand look over the mountainsMy…

read more...

Author Archive

Westland House

By Alison Hicks   From the glass door in my father’s room we watched the acorn woodpecker hopping up and down the trunk of the pine. Anne had brought birdseed, stored it behind the door. We admired him. I was nervous about the visit, afraid of Anne. I didn’t know…

read more...