Five Dollar Flowers

 Today I’m thankful for these $5 flowers that brought beauty to my space all week. Whether it’s the view from the kitchen, from my desk, or navy chair, they bring a softness, a hint of grace, that nothing can replace....

Step Back so the Door Can Open

  One morning last week I got out of bed to discover my Dino dog stretched out on the floor in front of the door, staring at it with great anticipation of getting to the other side.  His chin rested...

Little Bits of Love

  Birthday notes.  And cards, calls, and wishes. There’s nothing like a birthday to help you feel loved. But birthday or not I’m thankful for support. Some I find here and some I find there. Little bits of love sprinkled...

Lessons from My 27th Year

(NOTE:  I feel so happy today that I almost feel silly posting this intro. BUT I like that it is proof of the fact that sometimes you need to fully feel the icky stuff in order to get to the...

Writing: A Blog Tour, Part Two

Set sail and discover more sparkling waters… I’m so excited to introduce you to these uniquely talented people and writers today! Many thanks to Tina Meilleur for extending the offer that allowed me to be a part of this writers’...

Writing: A Blog Tour, Part One

I just jumped aboard a blog tour train!  So that means, this week I’m sharing some personal reflections about writing and next week, I will introduce you to three other lovely people with blogs!  Here are my answers to the...

What is the kindest thing?

I start to feel the pressure in my forehead mount, as the pain in my neck expands, and the surge of dizziness becomes stronger.  I’ve been on a roll washing some dishes in the kitchen sink but now my body...

This Moment: A poem

This Pantoum was created from a quick write that later became the narrative, Extra{ordinary}. Every afternoon Sun at its brightest Dad and me Side by side Sun at its brightest Sitting on the bench Side by side Sprinklers come on Sitting on...

Just in Time

He walks out the front door every afternoon.  His body is dignified in the way he moves.  His dark, close set eyes are focused with determination, as he carefully makes each step down from the front door.  He grips the black, cast iron...
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