Time to smell the roses, time to breathe in deeply, and time to actually hear the words my child is sharing with me.  Precious time, never enough and never too much.

American “Grandmother” Idol

“Graceful aging, it’s called.  Accepting that only surgical procedures would reverse the gravitational pull, is what she named it.  And while she was busy considering vanity, her voice was getting smaller.”

The Wind and Work

As I set out my run, my husband shouted after me, “The wind is going to blow you over today!”.  He couldn’t have been more accurate. I remember an essay I wrote about the wind years ago.  I ponder the imagery and decide its time to share it with you now. ——————————————————————————————————————— Headwind:  As you…

Ladybug Luck

Ladybug Luck  Ladybugs…who could imagine at least 50 ladybugs in one place?  Aren’t they a symbol of good luck?  Wow. I must be in for some! I sit by an aged window with the seal broken and water drops sparkling between the panes, light streaming in as I look out to sun-kissed snow reflecting the…

The Journey Begins from the Kitchen

I wouldn’t say I’m an inspired writer; comparatively, writing is inspiring.  It happens when I attempt to capture the essence of the message swirling around in my head and words tumble out in such a rapid progression, they challenge my 90 wpm typing pace. Words have always comforted me, in the form of books, quotes, and…