The measurer of time  One moment of many profound and fleeting blending seconds into days, and a lifetime back into seconds. When I was home it was as if I hadn't left, then twenty four hours later I am…

My brothers and my dad.    We came to Willows for Thanksgiving, a very short visit, the shortest I have ever taken. In the ten days that we were here, I was in bed four of the days. It seems…

Yesterday the postman came to our door with a perfectly square box from the U.S.A. As I signed for it, the postman asked if it was someone's birthday? I told him it wasn't but that day was Thanksgiving. He squinted…

Wonderland. In a cardboard box, high up on a shelf, marked antique silk flowers, that had been carefully guarded by the shopkeeper, who no matter how many times Ruth begged to just peek inside, had been told no it is…