December 31, 2021. I just needed to create, here, in this space, one more time in 2021. Thank you. And… Read more 2021. Goodbye, Year.

December 31, 2021. I just needed to create, here, in this space, one more time in 2021. Thank you. And… Read more 2021. Goodbye, Year.
…I hold secrets. I hold them all silently but that has taken years… years in which they never uttered a sound. But they pressed..,
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…
I am ready….
Happy Summer! And please enjoy the wonderful heat of day and the marvelous glow of night…strolling…
I am a heavy woman. My essence is heavy. Embracing that realization lightens my soul…
An observer would have noted the moment of instantaneous recognition between the two of us. Between the mutual tears, he told me a story of my father I had not heard before..
February 3, 2021 If I typed the word ‘um’ a thousand times, would that help my writer’s mind? Would it… Read more A Woman’s Diary, “Orchids”
1/21/2021 Thursday. For how many of you, is buying a calendar an annual event? Yes, I actively enter my activities,… Read more A Woman’s Diary of Sorts.
Maybe awareness is the secondary gift from the pandemic to me personally. Gift number one is my family’s health. Gift number two, “up my efforts” on my own health. And hit those body goals, head on…