The Mixed Bag of Aging

  The color was cocoa. The edges were fringed with mini-lilac-colored pom-poms. I didn't need it. It was Christmastime and I shoulda been polishing off my Christmas list. But I wanted it. And as I pondered my indulgent purchase later I thought: Scarves!...

The Journey

by Mary Oliver One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But...