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’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 […]
Tonight, as blue clouds rolled in over a sky of cantaloupe and watermelon, I went to the closet and dug out a shoebox full of old photos. A Gremlin ride […]