Window Over The Sink

Isn’t it amazing how every Christmas tree has its own look? Almost like snowflakes or a fingerprint—no two are exactly alike. A thousand...

by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy Each Christmas Eve, my brother and I would wait on the bottom stair landing so we could gaze at the sky...

It’s almost Christmas! Kids are excited, parents are exhausted. It’s a holiday of tradition, and when deciding what to write this time,...

When I was working, I always knew when it was Saturday, because there were--depending on what kind of week it was--anywhere between five...

Thanksgiving is this week, just five sleeps away. If your turkey's a big one, he's probably already taking up the entire bottom shelf in...

Congratulations to the Maconaquah Braves and the North Miami Warriors on great seasons. You are wonderful! This morning, I printed out a...

I'd like to welcome Susie Black to the Window this week with a rerun of her funny and informative post about Jewish people and Chinese...

I can't write anything new yet, so I'll share this yet again, with the hope that you will do honor to the people to whom it's dedicated. ...

Wednesday - This morning, when I came out to the office, my hands were full and I had no pockets. Why on earth would I have bought...

I don't remember when I wrote this, although the mention of when I stopped smoking makes it about 18 or so years ago. It was hard to...

The weather is weird, isn't it? Sometimes, especially as I'm walking through the snow to get to the office, I wonder if it's the...

On Thursday night, I read three essays at Open Mic at Gallery 15, something I've done a few times before. I made it through all three...

Hi, Liz! Thank you for having me today and entertaining the boys in the band. I think the rock stars that haunt my writing are born from...

Thanks to Shannon Conley for giving me the prompt for today's post!  She shared something from Stephanie Schmick on Facebook about hair...

It's still dark this Saturday morning. The lights on the office Christmas tree are brightening the room. I think I should take the tree...

Happy Saturday! I hope you're staying dry and safe. No regular post today. I have writing-type stuff going on, so I'm not writing. How...

Please welcome Sheila Hansberger, an award-winning author and artist, to the Window today. Sheila resides in California. Her paintings...

Friday morning early: It's snowing. My cottonwood is wearing white on her broad and aging shoulders. There is a stillness that only...

Baby Jesus was found. I saw it on Facebook, and an ache I didn't even realize I had was relieved.  It wasn't a real baby, of course, but...

I liked 2023. Well, maybe not that much. Not enough to be sorry to see it go. Like many others, I'm exhausted by its shenanigans. By...