Author Archives: beeconcise

Just after dinner this evening the rain began, first gently, then with gusto, which happens seldom here in Spokane, Washington. I’m used to Florida rain storms, growing up in Pensacola, and I remember the droplets always being silver-dollar sized. After … Continue reading →

After returning home from a weekend writer’s retreat feeling discouraged, I want to tell my writer friends and family members about the ‘magic’ that happened after I got home … of course thinking about our speaker’s messages while driving home: … Continue reading →

Yesterday I bought my mother two really nice outfits at Macy’s, convinced we’d have to have it all altered at $12.00 a seam, as we’ve had done before. She’s has osteoporosis and has lost 10” in height. I wrapped the … Continue reading →

This morning, finishing up a cup of coffee before heading out to my yoga class, I looked out the sliding glass door into the back yard and discovered the quail were back. There they were ~ eight fat, beautiful, waddling … Continue reading →

We live in the small community of Millwood. If we are to be some place on time we must observe train schedules – Millwood train or the Pines train, between 8:30 – 9 a.m. Today, instead of rushing to get … Continue reading →

Spring always brings thoughts of friends to mind, when the plants they’ve given me poke their green shoots through the soil. We’ve got Holly Hocks out by the fence from our next door neighbor. The colors are hot pink and … Continue reading →

Just the words Cherry Cobbler bring to mind smells of delicious cherries, warm and crunchy topping, thoughts of home. How lucky for me that my day is not filled with thoughts of a Japanese nuclear melt down, dangerous water levels … Continue reading →

Since I’m one of those who keeps everybody’s addresses and contact information, I’m stressed to find I’ve lost somebody along the way … like a “Best Mommy Friend” from when my children were little. Things happen, though. Our lives move … Continue reading →

Actually, poetry every morning is the norm for me. Not writing it, sad to say, but reading favorites. Here are two that speak volumns about this time of year in the Pacific NW, from Wes Hanson, Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. I … Continue reading →

A few weeks ago I saw a poem in my American Life in Poetry weekly e-mail by Lois Beebe Hayna. She had written a poem called Brief Eden, about her living with her family at the edge of a wood, … Continue reading →