February 1st . . .

My eyelids flutter as sunshine comes into my room. I slowly open them, happy to see a break in the rain. Stretching I reach for my…

A little wisdom . . .

The pouring rain floods the small patio outside the sliding glass door. Still in my pajamas I watch from the comfort of my bed. I wish…

Still amazing . . .

Unable to sleep, I lay awake and think about him. I don’t want to, but I do. Instead of letting those thoughts float away, I cling…

Little boy wisdom . . .

I stand at the back gate of the school, the designated spot for picking up first graders. My grandson knows I’m his ride today and I…

Finding her way . . .

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…

All they need . . .

Dump trucks, trash trucks, and excavation equipment lay in the dirt just outside the patio where he last played. There is no mistaking Luca’s house, a…

Grateful for never being too old . . .

I started my blog a couple of months ago as outlet for taking creative risks, and to learn a thing or two about myself in the process. For me, writing leads me down…

Grateful for the little girl with glasses . . .

My daughter started wearing glasses when she was 9 months old, darling little cat-eyed bifocals. Her appearance drew a lot of attention as this was over 30 years ago and…

You’re gonna make it after all . . .

Truth . . . I am an incurable romantic. I love all things ridiculously sappy. I believe in soul mates, love at first sight, happy endings, and love that lasts forever. I…