Author: Sharon

In recent days I’ve been thinking about harboring. My reflection started sometime after U.S. troops were sent to Los Angeles and President Trump bombed nuclear sites in Iran. It has continued as Congress struggles with the U.S. budget proposal, deportations of law-abiding immigrants increase, and the Supreme Court hands down…

My car was loaded with all my earthly possessions. I was ready to embark on a journey of a lifetime. A journey from Corpus Christi, Texas, to Appleton, Wisconsin, where I would make my post-graduation home. I was driving solo from the southern U.S. to the northern U.S. A several-day…

As I pulled into the carwash, aligned my tires with the track that would carry my car from dirty to clean, and released the steering wheel, I instinctively reached for my phone on the dash. For the next three minutes I snapped photos like there was no tomorrow, recording the…

I can’t name the precise date when plants and their flowers past their prime began to fascinate me, but sometime in the last couple of years my camera with me behind it began to gravitate toward “spent” flowers.  I’m a gullible customer of Trader Joe’s cut flowers. I bring them…

It is easy for me to be overwhelmed and distracted by the loud voices filling our airwaves. You too hear them. Last week they included things like the air traffic controller problems in our nation’s airports, the struggles of the U.S. House of Representatives as it finalizes the next budget…

When Sputnik, the first human-made satellite to orbit the earth, traveled across the skies over my hometown soon after its launch, my mom, dad and we three children were lying on a blanket in our backyard at 2:00 a.m. with binoculars in hand to watch its faint, blinking light and…

Early one Friday morning, as the sky was beginning to lighten in the east, I made my way to the balcony with my breakfast tray in hand. As I turned the door knob, I glanced down through the glass to the porch floor, and there he was, lying motionless with…

March 27, 2025, marked the second anniversary of the Covenant School shooting in Nashville, located on the same street where we now live. Two blocks away from our home. At the time we lived ten minutes away. Devastated by the event, Nashvillians are still trying to understand and cope with…

The path between the front door of the community in which C and I live and the elevator that takes us to our sixth-floor apartment passes by several large floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook a swimming pool embedded in the floor below. The first time I made that trek I had…

Sometimes it is millimeter by millimeter Sometimes mile by mileOccasionally year by year Or chapter by chapterOr stage by stageAnd then sometimes it is all at once The final departureOr whimperOr last (silent) breath The deal isMost often we don’t get a choice Letting go comes on its own terms…