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…
Love is always in season . . .
As we gather to celebrate the season we share our stories. In my own life there are so many reasons for joy; good friends, a close-knit…
If you can’t say something nice . . .
Have you ever run into someone you haven’t seen in ages, or met up with friends for a happy hour and been greeted with a non-compliment?…
Keep smiling . . .
The mail store is busy and I don’t have much time. I’m hoping they have a computer that can read the contents of a CD I…
