exploring life and love with pictures and words
Growing up I always knew I wanted to be a teacher. I loved everything about school, reading, math, music, friendships, and lunch time socializing. I was fortunate, for the most part, learning came easy for me. And when it wasn't easy, I had good teachers who helped me. I had many favorite teachers over the years. I admired... Continue Reading →
Late this afternoon I found myself driving on the California freeways as the sun was setting. I was coming home from a day in LA. Pink and blue cotton candy clouds filled the sky and I knew sunset at the beach would be amazing. According to Siri and her skillful navigation, I would be home just in time to catch it.... Continue Reading →
The year following the passing of my parents was a tough one. Void of their love and laughter, life was dull and sad. My relationship with my boyfriend was tested as I relied heavily on his strength. I learned that he didn't have enough to share . . . so he left me for someone he believed needed... Continue Reading →
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 because I had to. I married him because I wanted to. The odds were against us for sure, so young without a clue as to what we wanted in the world, other... Continue Reading →
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 the road to some honest to goodness soul-searching. I dig around in the muck for a bit and a story reveals itself to me. Even when I'm up to my knees in the... Continue Reading →
I live in a beautiful place. I can see the Pacific Ocean from my home and can walk on the beach every day if I choose, and most days I do. I grew up in this town and have lived in my current home at the beach for 20 years. I have great neighbors who I consider family.... Continue Reading →
There probably isn't a person on the planet who hasn't heard grandparents gush on and on about their grandchildren. In the months before my grandson was born I heard countless stories about the joys of grand-parenting. I always smiled politely in response and wondered if I would be carrying on in similar fashion. I was excited about his arrival for... Continue Reading →
Generally, I do not save things. I have a one year rule . . . If I haven't worn it, used it, or looked at it in a year's time, I want someone else to enjoy it. So I give clothes to charity, furniture to friends, and leave neatly boxed odds and ends in my alley for the "alley people." ... Continue Reading →
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 used to be a closet romantic. Being a child of the 70s, the era of I am Woman, hear me roar, I felt slightly embarrassed... Continue Reading →
A few years ago a woman I hardly knew gave me a small handmade journal, bound with string and buttons, and covered with fabric and seashells. Her name was Mary. We met at a gathering of mutual friends. Playing cards and sharing a bottle of red wine, we laughed, and told stories about our lives. She asked about my work, and seemed... Continue Reading →
Bare Naked in Public 