My Grandmother Frances, came to America from the Azores. Her trunk was filled with simple necessities; a linen towel, a few chemises, a hair brush, a dress in cotton and one in wool, probably an apron, certainly a rosary, and…

The safest place is in the middle, I am here, do I look like I am having fun? Have you ever done anything that scares you? White water rafting was one of mine. I was terrified most of the way.…

                               In the midst of the sunflowers, the clothespins wait to hold the garments that have aided my children’s memories under this blue sky. Many a tale they have heard…

                   The writing on the wall can fade, life isn’t a straight shot, there might not be a right way, nor a wrong way…What is certain is to live it like it was your…

My cousin told me that hanging blue bottles in your garden, guards you from bad spirits… I told her in France they do this to store the bottles for next years vintage, adding the fruits of the vine in the…

Family. I have waited to share this news, not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t know how…sharing makes the reality concrete, like putting one’s hand on wet cement, the print remains. I can no longer write this…