From the hands of a potter, who wore an apron that read, "Getting better with age," a little bird was about to spread her wings and fly. Funny, but the little bird reminded me…

Hug randomly. Stand by the ones you love. Hide beneath a rose. Share a smile by stretching it ten miles or more. Today is everything. Photo: Two flowers in a green bottle on a counter. They seemed to be enjoying…

Her style was over the top sweet, nearly sugary. Never subtle. Some might say flowery, yes flowers on everything, and certainly pink with splashes of gold. Her world was a garden of delights. Perfume too, in ultra feminine French antique…

             Small Things… the weave on a basket, the knots behind a tapestry, the dust bunny’s graceful dance when one walks by. Small Feat… the first tip-toe steps one takes after putting a baby to bed.…

My brother was 4 and I was 6 when we went out to the field, behind my Father’s barn, to tease the bull. The bull was one mean machine with a ring in his nose, and horns that stood high…

                                  …Opening the drawer in my Mother’s kitchen, I found the measuring spoons that have added a little of this and a lot of that over the years. The…