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…

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…

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…

The pier is packed. Spectators six deep watch the finals of the Vans US Open of Surfing below. I wedge myself into the crowd trying to…

I slide the window shade up a few inches, careful not to let too much light into the airplane. We are pretending it’s nighttime as we…

I lay awake, heart racing. Resting my hand upon my chest, I struggle to take a deep breath and remind myself to stay calm. I sit…

There is a boy I love. I dreamed of him and what he would be before I ever met him, blonde and blue-eyed, smart and funny,…