by Jody Lee Collins | Jan 7, 2016 | Poetry
“Stretch” must be a biblical word, regardless of one’s age (an extension, a straining) like a two-year-old reaching on tiptoes towards her Father, not unlike the discomfort of unfolding old bones and well-used knees, joints so stiff they’ve...
by Jody Lee Collins | Aug 30, 2014 | Life & Faith
My husband loves to fly kites. We recently spent four days at the Oregon Coast and he was very much looking forward to getting some ‘air time.’ Not much you can do, though, if you have no wind. So we just waited. And while we waited we sat in our beach...
by Jody Lee Collins | Sep 23, 2013 | Life & Faith
my perennial bed I drag my green plastic chair across the lawn out to the garden. The orange bucket is upended and covered with an old towel–my ‘end table.’ I place my fresh cup of warm coffee on top and settle in with my camera over my shoulder. I...
by Jody Lee Collins | Jul 22, 2013 | Poetry
My husband and I recently spent some time away for our anniversary and I discovered that in confined quarters–our all in one room on the island–it’s hard to find personal space. My husband’s solution? To not having to listen to me all the...
