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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…