There was a Scarecrow Contest in my small childhood town.  My mom and her friend Holly decided to enter. We knew without a doubt that it wouldn't be you typical Wizard of Oz type of Scarecrow that they would come…

   A storm was predicted. The rice farmers raced to take the crop off the fields, not because it would ruin the yield but because it would be difficult to harvest a crop laid out in the mud. Most of…

        Happy Birthday Mom!! My mother tells the story "… I was probably nine or ten, when my father came to Glenn county to buy a dairy ranch. When he returned home to Ferndale, (where we lived)…

My childhood home is not the same. Yes love is there, that hasn't changed, but the feeling it gave has. The ground under foot is tender, the seeds of faith planted gently in an aching space, a longing emptiness, a…

Homecoming. Holding on to each moment. Standing still, blooming strong with a touch of make believe. Happiness ever after….

Daisy, the miracle child, my Godchild, a bundle of sweetness. Daisy with baby daisies, in her backyard, while we shared the afternoon together. The last time I saw Daisy she was several weeks old, had a feeding tube and had…