An army of pines surround my home. Towering a hundred feet over our moat of grass, they toss their needled heads against the passing clouds. Howling gales bend their pulpy extremities to brush against one another. Sleet pelts through their branches and slaps their trunks. Should any one of these elderly…
Halfway through printing my last book proposal, the ink faded. Soon the pages blanched to wordless sheets. In all the baskets lining the shelves of my office closet, only one cartridge could be found--and it didn't fit my printer. How could I have purchased the wrong type of ink? No! My…
Her leaves drooped, threatening to crash against the plant stand. Just the day before, her stalks had held themselves together. But the weeks of my neglect took their toll and my favorite houseplant could no longer hold her beautiful head high. I carried her from the room with remorse over…