Following the Breadcrumbs
It’s Friday morning. I only know what day it is because I have a couple of meetings scheduled. Lately I’ve … Continue reading Following the Breadcrumbs
It’s Friday morning. I only know what day it is because I have a couple of meetings scheduled. Lately I’ve … Continue reading Following the Breadcrumbs
As the snow falls steadily outside, I sit inside moving from one item on the to-do list to the next. … Continue reading The Time to Begin
The moon no longer a perfect sphere, eclipsed, the sun still hidden behind the horizon as we walked from bedroom … Continue reading The Colors of Delight
I can’t recall if we were wandering the packed streets of the Fremont’s Sunday market or inside Shilling Cider tasting … Continue reading You Must Go
Last Friday night, I diverged from my typical routine of quarantining myself after a long, draining week in favor of … Continue reading Flirting with Art: When writing became sexy
I find myself reflecting this morning on the events of this past week, how it is I was able to … Continue reading The Necessity of Help
Five years ago, I decided to listen and respond to a longing that was stirring up within me to write … Continue reading Beginning… again