Healing and hope . . .
Driving south on Pacific Coast Highway, the sun shines and I listen to The Moth Radio Hour. The storyteller reminisces about a Christmas homecoming after his…
Photographs and memories . . .
I lift the dusty lid from the cardboard box revealing envelopes stuffed with photographs and negatives. Neatly stacked upright and mostly organized chronologically, some are marked…
I see you . . .
We sit on barstools at the counter facing the large open window to Main Street’s foot traffic. Juice from the fish taco I’m devouring runs past…
Something new . . .
Hello Friends, I was recently interviewed by my friends Sarah and Mia of The Kindred Voice for their podcast The Kindred Convos. I’ve received a lot…
Finding beauty . . .
A friend sent me a message asking if I would participate in the latest social media challenge. All I had to do was post a black…
Lessons . . .
He is a bright boy, articulate and creative. He has a natural curiosity and a variety of interests. He loves to learn new things, but not…
Perspective . . .
Late Sunday morning, still in pajamas, I sit cross-legged on the sofa, looking through a dusty storage box for a photograph of my mom. I don’t…
One of the lucky ones . . .
Necessary social distancing and isolation has gifted me time. Released from weekly obligations I spend more time exploring new paths, connecting with nature, and thinking. I…
See you in my dreams . . .
I wake up long before my alarm, my bladder is in charge these days. I don’t get up right away. Instead I lay in bed and…
I can see clearly now . . .
Happy New Year Friends! It’s been a little more than five years since I created my blog. Using personal stories and photographs I opened a small…
