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…

My Mother’s garden theater, have your smile ready! Give her a shovel, a broom, a hose, throw in an hammer, some nails, a few acres…off she goes in her house dress and sandals, she is a happy set designer gardener.…

Colorful bouquet of friendship, my cousin grows it abundantly, she waters it with her steadfast love, seemingly effortless is her giving, I am blessed an hundredfold by her generous spirit! Her kindness is bountiful, her encouragement overflowing, she bags up…

Art on the Run    Rolling pass my feet was a ball on the run! Picking it up I saw that someone, a very long time ago, had taken fabric remnants, torn them into strips, tied them together end on…

                          I have a choice to be my best self in any given moment or take an easy road of ignorant unawareness, claiming darkness to shows me a multitude of masks to…

Where to begin, the journal has sat on my dresser for one month. It has stared at me and I at it. It whispers, write and I reply what? The first page, the first one, to scribble ink on its…