Now is the Winter of our Soul
Pollen falls like rain, turning the great outdoors bright yellow. The mother hawk cries out victory, as young eyases crack open the confines of their shell. They lift up their heads, with eyes bright sounding their arrival and desire for food. Daffodils break...
And He Calls
My oldest has called, and asks to take his mother to the zoo – just to have some time together. Cool mornings are chased out by the welcomed warmth of the afternoon. This time of year we layer sleeveless tops, with cardigan sweaters, or wind breakers. My skin, pale...
How The Imperfect Becomes Perfect
Divorce has a different effect on children than it does on adults. Being a daughter of divorce changes your world differently than being the parent that divorces. Part of your childhood is taken away from you. I am not a daughter of divorce, but, I have listened to...
Learning to Dancing In Wide-Open Spaces
One of my favorite times of day is when. Charlie (short for Charcoal) my black lab, and I go for a two-mile walk. For years we have taken the same route, past fields of geese feeding on tall grass, and ponds just begging a water dog to take a swim. ...
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