Under make-up and skin; beside the jewelry and clothes; this is what I am. This is my truth…
Category: Writing
What would your father say?
After teasing me about the possible content of a few chapters…
The Harvest of Roses.
Along the path to traditional autumn decorating, I hadn’t banked on the plentiful harvest of roses which graced my gardens.
A Lady of a Million Secrets
…I hold secrets. I hold them all silently but that has taken years… years in which they never uttered a sound. But they pressed..,
A Big Breath
I lost myself among the bigness of a river, of centuries old trees and a Great Lake. I felt absorbed into a speck. And I breathed…
A Vacation of Rivers, Trees and My Mama’s Advice
August 3, 2021 The River What started out as a vacation to see virgin forests, has morphed into the beginning… Read more A Vacation of Rivers, Trees and My Mama’s Advice
The Night Roses
Happy Summer! And please enjoy the wonderful heat of day and the marvelous glow of night…strolling…
I Hope They’re Bowling…
Sunday, June 20, 2021 Happy Father’s Day! I remember my son, at a tender age, coming to me with his… Read more I Hope They’re Bowling…
When the Mask Comes Off
From the ‘before’ to the ‘now, my stumbling naked truth is rather intrigued by the new unknown.
The Light Reality of a Heavy Woman.
I am a heavy woman. My essence is heavy. Embracing that realization lightens my soul…
the brick dandelion 