For many years, I have loved a river. I drink in its greens and blues. . . .

This morning’s news made me cry. It told me to lose heart. It told me that. . . .

A few weeks ago, I went camping with some people I love. I sat by the campfire, savoring the goodness of being together. I slept under the stars. . . .

Sometimes I long for my absent ones. Some are absent from me because miles or circumstances. . . .

Lately I have been off-balance, and now I know why. It’s the committee inside. A few very vocal committee members are trying to. . . .

An old man told me a tale from second grade: One day his teacher. . . .