Rusty and worn, though young at heart, the two chairs sit side by side. Weathering seasons of sun and storm. They wiggle their toes in the mud, lean on each other when their…

                 I am spontaneous to a fault. Most things fall in my lap. I am lucky. Often I can sense things before they happen. I do not need to measure to know things will fit.…

                         Sitting on the wall, she played her song. Wondering what to do, what to say, she didn’t know. The notes came slowly, moving through her, opening passages and closing doors. Alas,…

                       I have a thing for French antique papers when I spot them at the flea markets my feet stop moving and my heart starts racing like the feeling of falling in love.…

                      Though my thoughts are many they are not ready to be picked today. Memories lead me down a lane, with roses growing on a wall, Where a soft silence touches my face,…

            We have a choice in everything we do. To bloom where we are planted or not. To strive to be our best, or to raise our head just enough. Love creates a circle, seed, soil,…