When Story Becomes A Magic Carpet Ride
The ability to craft a good story was seen as a strength growing up as the eldest of my parent’s four children. Telling a good story to keep the younger three siblings entertained, so mom could get something done, was the job of the firstborn daughter. Stories of...
The Night We Uprooted Fear
“I’m too sick to drive.” She cried. “I don’t care if you have to drive with a garbage can beside you! “ I snapped at her. If I could have grabbed her through the phone and forced my daughter, Megan, into the car I would have. “ You get your cat, and a...
Women of Wisdom ~ The Consilium
“I don’t know where I fit-in.” That is what she said to me, and I was in full agreement. My friend and I were at a writer’s conference. We were the older women watching, with amazement, the younger women putting on the conference. These younger women had...
Songbird In The Night
From somewhere deep in the pines a songbird sings. As the stars end their evening song, the bird begins her’s, continuing the perpetual praise. Up and down the scale her voice serenades in the dark, singing promises of morning light. Black as ink are the...
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