I see you August, hiding behind the shadows like a timid teen on the first day of school, trying to figure out who they are. You are...

I love the moon. I am always trying to understand the phases and the rise and set and all that I can about the cycle and how it affects...

It felt like the first day of summer, a day ago, a day when the sun was especially hot but then the early evening rolled in and a breeze...

So here it is, my birthday….68 tours around the sun. You know, as I know, it is hard to believe this much time has passed, this much life...

Someone recently asked for my 3rd book of Berry Tales. I was honored and I motivated to put together my 4th little book of my Sunday...

"Grandma, I'm tired. So tired of this life..." "Take your tiredness, my child, and wrap it around yourself. Like a blanket in the cold...

Early this morning, that fleeting time when you feel you are the only one awake, the only one in the world, I made coffee and decided it...

I showed up this morning. I’m here writing. My thoughts are fleeting and uncensored, but I am here. I think I did not have a restful...

It’s true about the “muse”, you must show up. Some days, like the days of late, I have had very little urge to paint or write, my two “go...

I was filming my garden this morning to send to William and Lorena and I spotted this crow having breakfast…

I remember these houses from a long time ago, from visits with my mother. They were wooden and off the ground. Coffee was made in drip...

Sometimes, all I need to do is look up at the moon. I did that early this morning, there it was, a half-moon exactly where it was 28 days...

I am reposting a Sunday column from a decade ago, one I randomly came across. It was written with a bit of melancholy, melancholy for...

Cleaning up a few things in my computer and I came across something I wrote 11 years ago...maybe someone, a mom, can find something here...

Just a little something to share with you who might want to know. Early this morning I went outside to check on things, to see what the...

You are all like old friends, friends that went away for winter and came back in spring. I walk amongst you in the field, and I notice,...

Marigolds in Spring It seemed as though the air was so pure then. In early spring, my mom would open the windows and her little homemade...

As I get older, I feel as though I have to find time to be quiet and alone; I believe that is when and where creativity, spirit,...

I think “one day” seems to be here. I finally understand that life is finite and “Now” is the time. I have witnessed the full circle this...