Friends are like rose petals, some fall to the ground fading with time or distance, some petals are vibrant, full of life, full of color and fragrance. The thing about rose petals, like friends, new or old, they are never forgotten. I began this blog for you, my friends and family, and whomever else might… Read More Rose Petals
I’ve spent many years looking out the kitchen window. Some views better than others, some in the country, some in the suburbs and some in the city. I first learned to wash dishes without a dishwasher standing at my mom’s farmhouse sink with my sisters, one who usually had something she urgently needed to do… Read More The Kitchen Sink
Sweeter words have not been heard for a struggling, unbalanced writer. I really miss reading your blog. Those five words were the push I needed to hear to get me back to this space today. There are oodles of reasons why I have been silent. If you could see my brain and open my chest… Read More Sweeter Words Have Not Been Heard