I think of each year as a large wicker basket, woven with strands of love, given to me to fill with intangible gifts. I think of each month, as a a garden-- one I walk through swinging my basket by my side and stopping in each month to fill it with moments and experiences …
When I do not know where to begin, I know it is time to venture outside. This is true for almost everything in my life, but even more so for writing. As a writer, my experiences fill me with opportunities to write. I start with a blank screen, press keys on my computer, and words,…
I received an email from a friend recently, and the subject line came in a form of question. Where are you? She noticed I have been MIA. I haven’t posted on Instagram, or Facebook. I haven’t returned text, phone calls, or emails and I haven’t written or sent out my weekly blog post. I responded.…
We chose Panama City Beach the way one would if they were to spin a globe, stop it suddenly, and select the first place whose letters were no longer a blur. We rolled the words around our mouths, considered the price we wanted to pay, and searched for vacation properties. For weeks, we sent ideas…
Yesterday, we accepted a text-invitation to walk through an orchard. We dropped everything and prepared for a mini-adventure. Each person in our household is aware of their role when we are heading out. Markolee filled the water bottles, grabbed his bicycle and put it in the truck. Zahara took the blankets and basket down, and…
Sometimes, little noses greet the roses,