When we’re weighed down by fear and anxiety, it’s too easy focus on the danger of open doors.
As the Monterey pines towered above me and the Pacific Ocean lapped against the rocks hundreds of feet below, I penned these words. Nothing else comes close to describing the heartache of losing my twin brothers.
There’s something about northern winters that draws me to the blank page.
It amazed me how lovely and long the season of Autumn was in Minnesota this year. The brilliant fall colors, the piles of drying leaves and the appreciative birdsong seemed […]
It’s late July, and we’re getting ready to move. My husband and I are looking to trade in our ornate apartment on the second floor of a huge suburban complex […]
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, […]