A golden mug of turmeric, floats in gingered cranberry vessel  Promises sleep Promises dreams Devoid of pain Just for tonight ©Nancilynn Saylor  February 24 2017

The Final Frontier 

It  was 1957 and our whole family was crowded into our parents bedroom. We all crouched on the floor in front of the window, craning our necks as we searched the clear, dark winter night sky.Soon we saw it. It was a small fuzzy ball of light moving across the horizon- Sputnik, the recently launched […]