A little time to share

It is time to write my story. This is the finished rough intro to the first chapter, and there is no verbal punctuation. These Crossroad...

Our young beginnings were often noted as less than healthy. 20 years have passed. I'm writing full circle from where tentative steps ...

We're playing hide and seek and I can't find my friends. I curl in a ball close to the sandbox and rock myself into a tizzy. Why was...

I remember opening my arms and falling into waiting arms the night we arrived in that surreal safety net. The days ran together by then in w...

Waiting on a breathless prayer. It’s just a cardigan I pull closer over my arms and across my chest. A security dawning myself as I glance o...

Our hearts hold layers just as a tree holds leaves. Each one falling slowly. Sometimes not at all welcomed, pushed along with the force of a...

This is from a very special request, and a go ahead from one of my dear baby wearing friends. A 'For Real' baby sling pattern has ar...

*heartfelt gifts *golden hue *learning to dance *turning over new leaves *accepting change *enveloping in warmth

This week has been overflowing with firsts. I am entirely thankful and feel lighter than ever before.

I'm standing at the window and the leaves catch my eye. Sunshine through the trees reflecting off the dew on the freshly mowed grass. Ev...