I can see clearly now . . .
Happy New Year Friends! Itβs been a little more than five years since I created my blog. Using personal stories and photographs I opened a small…
Happy New Year Friends! Itβs been a little more than five years since I created my blog. Using personal stories and photographs I opened a small…
Words with Strangers . . . Words with Friends is my guilty pleasure.Β It satisfies my psyche on so many levels. My competitive side loves to…
Bedding and sheets lay neatly folded in cardboard boxes in the corner of the guest room. Gigantic plastic bags stuffed full with new pillows are piled…
Lying on my back, my book held armβs length above my face, it shades my eyes from the bright sun.Β I read and sunbathe along the…
Sinking into the oversized sofa, I sit one leg bent beneath me, wiping an endless stream of tears from my cheeks and neck. I blow my…
I walk into the first grade classroom of my newest teacher, her first year. A black line drawing of a turtle, its shell a patchwork of…
Looking toward Catalina I see its faint silhouette in the summer haze. I wonder if the French speaking tourists lounging on the sand nearby know there…
Surrounded by opened mail and neatly organized piles of bills and receipts, I sit cross legged on the turquoise sofa. My laptop rests on a pillow…
Light rain falls, red tail lights glow as far as the eye can see, traffic crawls on the 405. A steady low rumble reminds me that…
Entering my house through the back door, I quickly climb the stairs to the second floor. I run through the living room and into the kitchen,…