What I want is poetry -
to live out moments that can be woven into words.
I want to
watch tulips open their lips to the breeze
and behold sunsets that spread like fire across the sky.
I want to be mesmerized by spring's new green
and taste the sweet nectar of summer's fruit.I want to walk barefoot by ocean's…
Sometimes all we have to do is be intentional about finding miniature marvels in our days. Last week, I decided to pay attention to the events and people in my life, and I was amazed to find there was someone or something to celebrate each day.2.23.2020
A friend was having surgery and I made her chicken…
After spending five weeks in Paris, Judy returned last night, but before she could even make it home, she stopped by my house to drop off these Parisian treats. She was a little wobbly on her feet because, by the time she made it to my driveway, she was going on no sleep for almost…
This is the tulip Nancy gifted me.
Usually, I'm prompt to write in my children's journal based on something they've done or said, but this time, a photo of my baby girl was the source of inspiration.In the photograph, she is about three years old. Her hand is under her chin, she is staring directly into the camera and her hair is…
I fell in love with my hair in the tenth grade.
Juliette, a young single mother who rented a room in our basement, washed and set my hair with small rods. When she removed the rods, my hair stuck to my scalp like sixty-five tiny black caterpillars. I hated it.For days, I brushed and pulled my…