When I was a kid, I loved unicorns. I collected unicorn figurines, even though it wasn’t the rage, and I would have given anything to have owned a unicorn shirt.… Read more have a little fun: writers edition →
Even though the world demands love to be public and showy, I know that true love runs much deeper and quieter.
In the summer weeks leading up to our wedding, Andy and I spent time with our parents. I remember wanting to be around them before things changed irrevocably. No longer… Read more a quest →
It seems that memoir is captivating me. I keep wondering if it is a whim or if it is something that is taking root. A few weeks ago, I pulled… Read more a new journey: memoir →
The challenge is to go out for a walk and take 10 pictures, then select one to inspire writing. The catch is you don’t write about the subject, you write… Read more gentle & kind green →
Early on, when the stay-at-home order was first issued, we had lots of talks around our dinner table about how this is a new normal. We would not be falling… Read more dependent on the heart →
We picked bowlfuls of black raspberries every June when I was a kid. The location of the patch is top secret. Somehow, in the abundance of our black raspberries, red… Read more buy the raspberries →