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…
Keeping the faith . . .
Since arriving in Italy, I have spent a good amount of time visiting churches, cathedrals and even an abbey. It’s not unusual for me to pass…
Getting unstuck . . .
Being a bit of a neatnik, I am bothered by stacks of anything, laundry, newspaper, dishes. Even the neatest and most organized stacks eventually get on…
A work in progress . . .
Entering the funeral home, I immediately hear laughter and friendly chatter. There is standing room only as friends and family spill out into the foyer. My…
After all . . . it’s Christmastime
A few days ago I spent the evening with my girlfriends watching one of my favorite Christmas movies, Love Actually. No matter how many times I see…
Grateful for forgiveness . . .
At seventeen I married my boyfriend of nearly three years, my high school sweetheart. I was five months pregnant and in love. I didn’t marry him…
Bare Naked in Public 